By Brady Crain I do love the cold. I don’t have much more to say about it, but I really like cold snaps. I look at it like an endurance contest. How much cold can I stand to wear flip […]
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The adventures of Pip the Impaler
By Brady Crain It’s been a long time since we have talked about my guinea pig, Pip the Impaler. As many faithful readers know, Pip and I moved in together on impulse after meeting on craigslist shortly after the death […]
Maximum speed
By Brady Crain The shoulder is coming along, and next week I will be able to lift weights. This week was marked by lots of walking and lots of road riding, because of the gorgeous weather. One interesting thing that […]
Guinea pig training progresses
Pip the guinea pig, peaking out from his blanket fort By Brady Crain I have, based on the orders of everyone, been taking it much easier. I lift or do pushup/pullup sets every two days, walk at least once a […]
The one that got away
By Brady Crain This was supposed to be a reunion story. Ten days ago as I was packing my car to leave Jersey City, I met someone very special. I was carrying my first load of bags to the garage […]
The heat of the city and its health consequences
By Brady Crain I’ve been house sitting in Jersey City for the last few days, and for the next week. I love coming to the city — going to the museums, the culture, the music — except the exhausting roar […]
Saving the planet, one rooftop at a time
I am sitting down to dash this off on day 155 of skiing this year. This has by far been the best worst year of skiing I have ever seen. Cold nights, warm beautiful days and a huge thick slab […]
In and out of the trenches; communal fellowship
My knee is healing beautifully. This is by far the least catastrophic MCL injury I have ever had (my fourth on the left), and it is the first one where the morning after the incident, I started riding a stationary […]
Altitude Sickness: Romantic love is a verb
This has been a strange winter for me, weather notwithstanding. This is the winter where, maybe for the first time ever, and certainly for the first time since my divorce, I let someone in. More than let her in, I […]