“Even those of us who are still employed full-time are finding it difficult to focus some days like we used to. The enormity of this pandemic and the global shutdown over it weighs heavy on all of us. Our sense of normality has been turned upside down and the uncertainty over what even the near future holds makes sustained attention a challenge.” Read full story.
Is anyone else starting to lose track of time? Have you forgotten what day it is? “Is today Sunday?” my daughter asked on Saturday. “One of my friends posted that everyday, everywhere, feels like Bergen County on Sunday.” True. She was referring the Blue Laws that keep most stores closed on Sundays in the corner of New Jersey we used to call home.
This week marks the beginning of my 25th year as a runner. On March 4, 1996 I laced up my shoes for the first time and with really no idea of what I was doing podded through a two mile ring of my apartment building in Hackensack, New Jersey. (Read about that HERE).
My father grew up in the Bronx, about 10 blocks from Yankee Stadium. He was born almost 100 years ago, so he saw Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig play. He passed the love of baseball – and the Yankees – down to me. We were a family of staunch Yankees fans. Our rivals? The Boston Red Sox. I remember sitting out in the right field stands on Labor Day one year with my dad for a game against Boston where it seemed the entire crowd of 57,000+ was shouting something negative about Boston. I was a little embarrassed since we never cursed in our home – but it was clear from that moment, we (my dad included) really didn’t like Boston!
When the calendar turned over to 2019, I was ready to hit the ground running (literally and figuratively). I had some great networking experiences in the last month and felt I was on the cusp of some fabulous new things. I followed up on connections made and set up next steps. The only problem was this trip to New Jersey. Read more →