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Sh*t Runners Say, Dad Version
By Daddy Clay Friday, January 27th, 2012
I ran 20 miles last Saturday, and plan the same for this weekend.
Why? Why would anyone do that? Especially a guy with a busy family?
I’ve heard a lot of dads (and some moms) try to answer this question. None have been all that satisfying to me. My own attempts to answer, perhaps representative, are no less so.
Obvious (non) answer: Marathon training. Okay. Again. Why? Read the rest of this entry »
A Note on DadLabs Community
By Daddy Clay Friday, December 2nd, 2011
The Pillars of the DadLabs Community
It’s always been about conversation.
In the beginning it was conversation among Brad, Troy and me. Every Monday night for years we’d meet in the maintenance shed of the school where we worked (Brad had the key) to have a beer or two and talk about maybe going into business together, but the conversation was always ended up being about marriage and fatherhood. We were all new dads, and parenting had so fundamentally changed in the space of one generation that we just had to talk about it.
So conversations about business and fatherhood eventually merged, and DadLabs was born.
We thought that video would be a good way to spark conversation, and we knew something about film production, so that was the starting point for us. But from the beginning, our ambition was to send the videos out as missionaries to try to bring the dads in — to help us build a conversation, and maybe even a community. Read the rest of this entry »
An Augury
By Daddy Clay Thursday, October 20th, 2011
Somehow, I’m on the track an hour before dawn, a thick neoprene sleeve on my lower left leg, a bulky knee brace on my right. My gate is somewhere between shambling and wince-inducing. I feel like a newbie, like I did almost three years and three thousand miles ago when I took up running again, heavy and puffing in my sweatband and grey hoodie.
About a month ago, my athletic legacy reappeared with a deep plastic-y crunch in my knee. At the time, I thought that was it, the Big One, the one I compulsively imagine over and over in graphic detail. The end of the line for me.
It was bad, but not the end. Since the re-injury, I’ve rehabbed in the pool and on the exercise bike on the brink of panic. With all else going on in my life, I need to run. I am almost driven to distraction with worry because it feels like nothing else will do. (Who’s got two grand for a bike? And I abhor the pool.) Read the rest of this entry »
Cheer Like a Mother
By Daddy Clay Wednesday, September 14th, 2011
“It’s okay. He’s just watching the other game.”
-Opposing Dad
A dad of a kid on my kid’s team is really working himself up, fulminating on the sidelines, lobbying the refs for a foul call against an opposing player. He’s really loud, and his accusations have clearly gotten under the skin of the parents of the opposing team. They are starting to jaw back at him, when one Profound Dad offers the above nugget of wisdom. Read the rest of this entry »
