12 February 2016

I am a runner.

I am a runner. Not because I run fast nor far. But because I run. Period. (Image of a wintery road.)

Running & Resurrection

A little over two years ago I last posted on this blog. Over the years, I've had various intentions for this column, including using it as a live journal, a writing lab, an ongoing experiment in coding and a portfolio/sketchbook, among other things.

I'm now returning with the intent to foster a more long-term writing discipline. To this end, I intend to write on topics of public relations, running, surfing, motivation and mindfulness, design and illustration, and various other subjects that strike my fancy.

Since a little before Thanksgiving, 2015, I have been running.

The beginning and the bible.
To be more precise, I have been walk-running. I had been entertaining the thought that I would someday run again and start getting fit for some time, without actually doing anything about it. Becca and I were doing our regular turn around the god-awful bookstore we're now saddled with in South Portland since the tragic demise of Borders and came across Runner's World's 2015 edition of Learn to Run. I flipped through, as I do every time I come upon the "Learn to Run" or "Get Super Fit" or whatever annual super-prestige book-magazine is out that month because, to be honest, I'm a magazine junkie and I have a problem.

For whatever reason, the plans and layout of this edition resonated and I decided that I'd start running. I laid out the 16 bucks and away we went. It was a few weeks later I picked up a fresh pair of Brooks Adrenalines from our local Fleet Feet Sports and another week or so before I was mentally committed enough to set my daily alarm for 5:00 a.m. to allow enough time for a 20-minute walk-run with 5-minute bookend walks.

...and I have been running steadily since. Four times a week for three months, taking off two weeks only for a recent rolled ankle and micro-tear in the achilles tendon off a heel bone spur.

I feel great.

This is a big deal for me. For those who know me, even admitting, that I feel great is a massive change. My mood, focus and productivity are all improving. I'm more patient, my clothes are fitting differently, and I don't get winded by the stairs at work.

Over three months of consistent running including adding daily yoga into the routine, I have developed a thirst for accomplishment, finding pleasure in the small accomplishment of simply getting out of bed in the morning and running, regardless of the weather.

What I laugh about is that I ran track in high school and I hated it. Hate may not even be strong enough of a word for it. I was awful at running, was almost always last across the finish line and was frankly too stubborn to hang it up even though I often found ample reason to slack off. Now I find that just getting out the door is a joy and the worse the weather, the better I feel about having run.

And I'm not walking anymore. Now it's all miles. 

29 December 2013

Mega Orbital

Watching a marathon of TV via Netflix and aimlessly scrolling through Tumblr, I came across a whimsical illustration of the movie Gravity by Bebosoho and thought it was a good Illustrator exercise. Happy with the result of the line work and overall form.

27 December 2013

A Samples-y New Year

Working on a New Year's card design for the year-end wrap-up this afternoon, I had free reign in the office to just let the (internet) radio play and forgot some of the stuff I had queued up. 

Little Silver Ring by the Samples on an album I haven't listened to in probably ten years popped up as I'm closing out the year with the lyric "growing old, watching silver turn to gold." 

In the setting sun of Casco Bay's wintery light, I miss old friends I haven't connected with in far to long and the adventures of a younger self. With a slight smile I wish all my friends and family, from this life and past versions, a happy new year and wishes for a prosperous year ahead; a year of watching a little silver ring turn to gold. 

09 December 2013

The Sun Sets on an Interesting Year

And interesting it has been, though you wouldn't know it from the activity (or lack thereof) on this blog. This year has involved an eight month job hunt, a weekend certification in reiki, deep explorations into meditation and the shamanic role of art work, and the beginnings of a freelance illustration and design practice. And the entirety has been capped by a new career opportunity in the field of PR.

It feels odd to be relearning many skills I haven't actively used since I was in the journalism program at Emerson almost 15 years ago. And odder still to reflect that in the heat of collegiate angst, marketing, advertising and public relations were "dirty" in my mind, being concerned more with corporate promotion than with truth. And now, many years later, finding myself embedded in this industry, the irony is not lost on me. 

However, in the course of this year, despite many areas of discovery, there have been a number of areas where I have let things go. This can not be stood for any longer. The wife and I have begun the long road of shaping up for road races and we anticipate beginning a new Whole 30 challenge starting January 1. 

And while in the midst of tonight's "we're taking things back" jag, coupled with my utter disgust and frustration with Instagram's total lack of cooperation with my visual blogging efforts, I resolved to reclaim this space as well. 

So...yeah. Hi. I'll be around a little more now. 

15 October 2012

14 October 2012

Diving for Dollars (IF - Water)


A recent morning collage incorporating hand-drawn, found and digital elements. Fitting for this week's Illustration Friday theme - Water.

16 August 2012

Leap


Leap is a piece I did a while back,  maybe 6 months now. But it's appropos for where I find myself, and perhaps this was a bit of foretelling. Oh, and in case you're scratching your heads, yes, I find myself in the precarious position of leaping into a canyon and onto a passing hovering fish. And a less than ammenable one at that. ...It's all very surrealist. But then maybe that's giving myself too much credit. At the very least, it's all very absurd...