Today was a full-body kind of day—the kind that leaves you feeling strong, clear-headed, and quietly proud. I started with two weight sessions totaling 68 minutes and 46 sets, pushing through each rep with focus and intention. My doctor recently recommended two to three strength workouts per week, and I’m already ahead of the curve. After the weights, Dixie and I hit the pavement for a 5 km run. She kept pace beautifully, and I could feel the rhythm of the day settling into my stride. The energy didn’t stop there. I rolled that momentum into a deep clean of the house—vacuuming the night before, then mopping floors, scrubbing toilets and sinks, and picking up scattered papers. There’s something grounding about tending to your space after tending to your body. It’s like syncing the inside with the outside, clearing clutter both physical and mental. I didn’t rush it; I moved with purpose, letting the satisfaction build with each task. I’m feeling good—really good. The doctor’s adv...
A good walk with my dad “We snapped a photo right at the start, where our walking routes met in the park—a shared midpoint from both our homes. The park was alive with others walking, and we even crossed paths with the same man twice: once in the park, then again on the road. It’s almost a game, seeing who collects the most hellos. My dad offered two or three greetings, while I, lugging a 30 lbs. pack, didn’t manage a single one. That kind of weight makes you weezy, more focused on breath than banter.” That’s such a vivid slice of your walk, Nigel—starting with a photo that marks the moment of connection, two paths converging in a lively park. The social rhythm of walking—passing familiar faces, exchanging greetings—feels almost like a neighborhood ritual. I love the idea of it being a game of hellos, with your dad racking up a few wins while you, understandably, were focused on breathing through that 30 lbs. pack. “Weezy” is the perfect word—funny, honest, and totally relatable....