Author: DOuG pRATt

Office Space

At the start of the 1990’s, a technology company outside of Boston (a unit of a well-known mobile phone maker) collapsed shortly after completing construction of its beautiful, new headquarters. The building, on the grounds of an historic site dating back to the Revolutionary War, was never occupied. It was put up for sale and my employer submitted a low-ball cash offer of half the asking price.

I was told by someone in the know that the parent company’s rejection of our offer was less polite than saying, “You must be joking.” A year later, with commercial real estate in a slump, and having received no other offers, they came back with their figurative tails between their legs. Was the offer still good? Yep, the same amount, take it or leave it. They took it.

Walk, Don’t Run

I know my days of clocking 7 minutes/mile in a half-marathon are behind me. But now I fear that I’m done with running all together, making this my final time in managing to complete a distance of 5K/3.1 miles.

My acute ankle injury has become chronic, to the extent that it appears the bones are deforming. I have scheduled an appointment with a podiatrist at an orthopedic center.

Until then I am limiting myself to walking and riding the old Nordic Track ski machine. The upside of both activities is listening to podcasts. Today while on the Nordic Track, I listened to part 3 of the Richard Feynman series on Freakonomics Radio.