I get around
Three runs a week keep the head above water.
I seem to want to see more of this, and this, even if I will have to wait for it, and even this. And less of my computer screen. At least the hours spent on looking up information I don’t need, useless arguments and the likes. So, time to get to it then. To choose … Continue reading More or less
Last winter was nice. Cold, lots of snow, compared to the average year when there is practically none. Tough on the legs though, but last winter I had no plans to run 50km each week. Just went out when I felt like it. Sometimes even with skis on, but that’s another story. Spring came and … Continue reading Motivation, I mean the lack of one
I can’t help but smile a bit about it, a little, but I never meant to run. Now it’s what keeps me in shape. And not just physically, far from it. Although the trails are just ground—mud and rocks and dirt and gravel and whatnot—under my feet, I attribute all sorts of magical qualities to them. Continue reading Two thousand and..
A good man i knew used to call them mountain–birches, which is what he grew up calling them in south Norway. Birches that don’t grow so much upwards but in more or less all directions. In my old country they’re just birches and when I used to live there they didn’t grow on mountains. None that … Continue reading Love the smell of birch in the evening
I guess I’m in no shape to run 20km with almost a thousand meters of climbing. I realize that now, third day in a row, three days after the deed. But while it lasted, damn it felt good! Still does, in fact. Continue reading Do run run run
They told me to work out. Go for long walks. And not so long. At one point I was handed this book, the first chapter began with the story about a former politician who had spoken out publicly about his depression and how everything turned out oh–so well with all the good help he got … Continue reading The magic of moving one foot in front of the other—sometimes
