I like to read away as much of the afternoon as possible, until real life rears its ugly head.
I’ve adopted that mentality: every day I do weights and core in the gym in the morning and train on the field in the afternoon. And I’m strict with my diet – I include protein in every meal and snack.
To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.
I never married because there was no need. I have three pets at home which answer the same purpose as a husband. I have a dog which growls every morning, a parrot which swears all afternoon, and a cat that comes home late at night.
In the afternoons I spend time with family.
One afternoon, on my way to the campus – I was majoring in political science at Nairobi University – a photographer by the name of Peter Beard stopped me in the street and asked me if I’d ever been photographed.
I’m never any good in the morning. It is only after four in the afternoon that I get going.
Any film I see at two o’clock in afternoon with my mother seems to cast a strange spell that means we both come out sobbing.
I really love the camaraderie you can share amongst some buddies, and the ability to laugh, enjoy the afternoon, enjoy the day. Golf brings all of that together and that’s something I really enjoy.
I started writing one afternoon when I was twenty, and ever since then I have written every day. At first I had to force myself. Then it became part of my identity, and I did it without thinking.
I do heavy weights in the morning for about an hour, and then I do 45 minutes of higher-volume lifting in the afternoon. My least favorite is the legs… I do quite a few chin-ups and rows. I do mostly old-school lifting with a lot of squats.
I love to sit down and have my drink in the afternoon. It’s so lovely if there’s no noise, no calamities, no children that have to be attended to.
Mom still has a huge, beautifully decorated Christmas tree. The whole family comes together after midnight mass and has the traditional plum cake and wine. We spend the night at mom’s home, and in the morning we wake up and open the presents. In the afternoon, we sit down to have a traditional Christmas lunch.
As I recovered at Walter Reed, I worried about the soldiers who pulled me out of my helicopter that Friday afternoon. Would they make it back okay? And what about all the other soldiers, sailors, airmen, Marines and Coast Guardsmen who were also putting their lives on the line every day?
The first jolt I received in my life was when I lost my father in a motorcycle accident when I was eight. I would have been with him if he hadn’t turned down my request to go out with him that afternoon.
