All posts tagged: Health

I Just Felt Like Running (More Than An Asthmatic Turtle)

To run is to waste what little breath you can catch in those first strides, or so I once believed. In my glory days  – in the Presidential Fitness Award days – I ran a 7:47 practice mile on the church track. It was my first and last mile at that speed and without stopping to walk. My treasured 7:47 mile. It didn’t matter in the end. I ran and walked an 8:52 mile on the school track when it counted and missed my award by twenty-nine seconds. In my eighth-grade days, it felt like a hardball hit my knee the day I stepped into a pitch and pivoted too sharply to swing at a whiffle ball. My brother told me to suck it up, but my knee turned colors and swelled. It happened during basketball season. It happened during gym class. It happened when I rearranged my classroom’s desks. My doctor told me that in all those awkward and painful moments, my knee cap had popped out and back into place. Ouch. Now my …

Last Meals

It may or may not be from The Green Mile, but an old scene haunts my memory. A death row inmate from Yazoo City, Mississippi wakes on execution morning. (Or, was he imprisoned at the Yazoo City, Mississippi prison?) He partakes of his last meal. That last meal includes a Moon Pie. Maybe a bottle of Coke as well, but he undoubtedly requests a Moon Pie. Dad and I always thought that was pretty cool. Maybe my memory wove together clips to form the aforementioned scene, but the phrase “Yazoo City, Mississippi,” the notion of a known last meal, and the selection of a Moon Pie fascinates. Regardless, my point is last meals and I’ve had many last meals. Really, I’ve had enough last Cokes to stack clear to the Moon. The family lost count years ago of how many times I’ve declared: “Now this will be my last Coke until this day next year.” On Monday night, Zach and I ate our last meal. It was Pad Thai at my favorite downtown Montgomery restaurant. …