Often mixed metaphors are used for comic effect, like rocket surgery, but when used well, they can be very expressive and really tell a story. My girlfriend has used the expression “it takes the air out of my knees.” On its face, that almost seems like a silly statement, but the sentiment it conveys makes perfect sense.
I have been doing work for some big clients who need content marketing help, but they really don’t need traditional, top of funnel awareness. They still need this type of helpful content that focuses on the audience rather than the brand, but calling it awareness seems to send the wrong message. Everyone already knows who they are. So I’ve renamed this top of funnel stage. In one case I called it attention. In another I called it awakening.
In 2011 I started running on a treadmill at the gym. I was only running a couple of miles a few days a week. I was also running pretty slowly. But this was the beginning of running regularly. It was the beginning of my transition from someone who runs to a runner. That happened years later, but this is where it started. I started using an app called Runkeeper. When you run on a treadmill, you have to enter the miles into the app manually. Later when I started running outside, it tracked the miles by GPS. I have now tracked 4,000 miles of runs with the app. That’s a lot of miles. A lot of running shoes, broken headphones and a lot of sweat.
It was a warm night and I was tempted to sleep on top of the covers. I just couldn’t do it. This is an irrational fear left over from childhood. I must be covered or the large, slobbering monsters that pace back and forth around the edge of my bed would get me.
I was recently talking about glitter and wondered about edible glitter. With one quick Google search, I learned that traditionally glitter had been made of stone or mica, but these days it is usually made of plastic. And not only is edible glitter available, but I found a recipe so you can make your own.
I was going through security at an airport and the TSA agent was reminding everyone to empty their pockets. She did so by listing all the things that people might have in their pockets. Wallets, keys, cell phones, coins, receipts. I asked her about peanut M&Ms? She said she hasn’t seen that but she’s seen sunflower seeds. And one of the strangest thing to come out of someone’s pocket at security was a set of dentures.
Be careful with each other so you can be dangerous together.
Today I ran in a 10 mile race in Chapel Hill. It was a warm spring morning with 100% percent humidity. The course was very hilly — it is called Chapel Hill after all — including a mile long hill near that end of the race with its own timing pads. As I was finishing the race, I spotted a large puddle leftover from the night before’s rain. I was already drenched with sweat, including my shoes. The puddle was 10 yards from the finish line and I was pushing myself to finish strong. The child-like part of my brain took over and rather than avoid puddle, I jumped in the air and came down as hard as I could with both feet in the puddle. I didn’t even pay attention to who got splashed or what their reaction might have been. I just continued my sprint to the finish line.
I ran through a warm swath of air. When this happens in the ocean you usually think someone has peed there. But when it happens in the air, it is just a change in temperature and humidity in a very localized area. Cold air makes you think of spirits, but hot air is just a weather occurrence. It’s not very descriptive or interesting. It was a very distinctive feeling though.
I am a grown man. I am dating a grown woman. We have both been married, divorced, had kids. And there is still something a bit disconcerting about meeting her parents. We were having a pleasant conversation, but that little voice in the back of my head says, “Yes, sir, I am dating your daughter.”