From the Depths of Inaction

Ok. Lost steam. Haven't posted since March 5. That's more than 6 months for you keeping score at home. It happens. My cousin Scott Moore has challenged my to blog more, at least weekly, starting two weeks ago. I accepted (sort of). He's been doing it. I'm just getting around to my first. Fail. I guess I already owe him a bottle of Titos Vodka. So I'm recommitting to write for the paltry time of 10 minutes. What I can say in that time is what I'll say, and then hit 'publish'.

So what's happened since my last blog. I've still been running, tracking the streets of Arlington. Not as much as I had liked, but plenty. Enough that I think I've wrecked my left foot to the point it will need surgery. Kept thinking the toes would magically re-align, but the don't. Below are the progressive photos of the streets covered in March, April, May, and June. Just to show I haven't given up. I'll still do it, but it will likely take longer than a year. Especially if I have surgery.

March

April












May

 June

Also, I started a new job as executive director of a local nonprofit, Phoenix Bikes. We do good work, and I'll be blogging for them as well. New website to come next month. Stay tuned.

Oh, and since last March, Lance Armstrong has been forced by the USADA for prove he hasn't doped. He's crying foul but bottom line is he still can find courage to tell the truth. Sigh.

Dang. I'm over 10 minutes already. Oh, well. See you in a few.

Henry