Church vs Faith

I like church. I like the buildings – giant gothic cathedrals, gargoyles, pipe organs, gold crosses that seem to glow even in the absence of light. I like passing through Little Italy by Canal Street and seeing all the Marys-in-the-half-shell. I was raised in a church. Literally. My house was literally in a church. With a crypt. And gargoyles IN MY HOUSE. And bats. So many bats. You don’t appreciate real masculinity until you see a 300lb linebacker cover his head and scream l

Lent.

I am not Catholic. Sacrificing for our faith wasn’t a part of our Easter time rituals. (Be clear – there were plenty of pro-faith sacrificing we did. Stay tuned for my “Dress as your favorite Wise Man or Shepherd” Halloween post.) I remember there were a few years my father gave up his beloved daily pot of black coffee for tea. Those were not happy years. This year, in the interest of being stronger, faster, thinner err healthier, I’ve decided to give up alcohol. You can now

January 1, 2016 – Commitment Day

October 10, 2014 I made a commitment to run for a year. I am not a self motivated person. I don’t wake up every morning and say, “TODAY IS A NEW DAY LETS DO GREAT THINGS!” In fact, I dislike those people immensely. I’m more of a “CRAP. I have 7 minutes to walk the dog, feed my kid, shower, dress and get out the door…..” So when I decided to run a road race every weekend for 1 year, (52 consecutive races for the mathematically challenged) no one believed I could do it. But I d