Thoughts on fitness, health, good nutrition ... and running.

Welcome to Bald Man Running, a blog launched by Frank Murphy on January 1, 2015.

In March, 2013 I was selected as a contestant for the sixth season of Fort Wayne's Smallest Winner. Through this amazing program, I learned about good nutrition, sound exercise and accountability. By October, I would lose over 88 pounds (almost 37% of my original weight)! One of the many things I acquired through FWSW was a love for running. You can retrace my weight loss journey and discover how I became a runner by reading those entries labeled "fwsw" ...

Note: Many of the blog entries on this website predate 1/1/2015. Prior to launching BMR, I had written articles for various projects, and I have imported many of them into this blog (labeled "retro").

Friday, May 17, 2013


Just the other day, I saw a story about a guy that hired a wizard to cast an invisibility spell on him. It cost him $500, which is a lot of money, but it was not a frivolous expense. He paid for the spell because he needed to rob a bank. It was a genius plan, don't you think?

Somehow he got caught. Maybe the security guards saw piles of money floating in the air, realized a wizard was invisibilizing people again, and tackled the would-be thief ... or the more likely explanation is that the spell didn't work as well as he thought it would. I like to laugh at people like this. It makes me feel better knowing that I'm not that dumb ... then I caught myself doing something very similar.

Yesterday we had our workout in the pool. As I might have hinted at elsewhere, I'm not a strong swimmer. Rick was taking people out of the regular workout to swim laps. The only other time I have ever swam laps was the last time Rick asked me to swim laps, but that was cut short because we ran out of time (bummer). I desperately did not want to be asked to swim laps. I knew I couldn't do it. So ... I did the FWSW equivalent of paying a wizard for an invisibility spell. I used the old "I'll be invisible to Rick as long as I don't make eye contact" trick. Surely, if I can't see him, he can't see me, right?

It didn't work. He either saw an odd pair of empty swim trunks mysteriously floating around the pool ... or he saw me anyway and told me that he wanted three laps. And guess what? For the first time in my life, I did not one ... not two ... but three laps! Booyah me! It wasn't easy (and yes I took a few breathers), but I finished it. Booyah me, indeed.

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