I love sex and vegetables.

All right, the sex part was to catch attention. But I didn’t lie! I enjoy sex. Look at this story of mine. I don’t like it when writers put links to their stories (self-promotion!) but I think this piece is one of my best.

Last night my wife went to bed naked

Now onto vegetables. I’m not vegetarian, not a vegan. I eat meat every now and then. But my love for vegetables is one of my life’s most genuine, honest, uncompromised, unabating passions. I don’t eat vegetables because they are good for you. I eat them because they’re like sex. Indulgence. Pleasure.

Here’s a story from a few months ago (damn, I’m populating my story with a bunch of links to my own stories!)

I don’t live a single day without vegetables. Here’s one secret recipe.

I have another passion — running. In the last two years, I ramped up my running. By being consistent, I achieved excellence. I ran a 2.49 marathon earlier this year. Of course, there are better runners but I’m happy with my result and will improve.

My high volume of running recently lead to my first injury and, as a runner, I’m now becoming…