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I don't know why she swallowed a fly

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Actually, I do. It's when the little bugs and flies suddenly leap to life on an early spring day and probably inebriated with joy at being out again can suddenly fly directly into an uphill-induced, momentarily open mouth. Then down the gullet out of sheer velocity.
Anyway, after imbibing said drunken fly, I had that "There was an old lady" song stuck in my head for the next 20k, which flew by as I couldn't help chuckling at the impossible song; I am sure I looked really sane powered by a goofy grin as I flew down the hill. Or maybe the fly gave me wings.
So I am going to file this post under "nutrition".

What spring looks like. Besides the flies.

X-Mission

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All of a sudden, when it was 15C at the Antarctic, -15C temperatures arrived in my neck of the woods for a period of subsequent days, requiring me to run in different shoes. I am not sure if the Marins are good on ice, but I did not want to experiment since I only had time for longer runs. I had bought the X-Missions during summer for about 50USD, and am so glad I did. As a non-talented runner, I can say that they really, truly don't slip on snow or ice (of course, discounting black ice - which I tested). They handled ice and snow equally well on the roads and on the trails. I also used them in Hong Kong, over the ubiquitous countryside-paved stretches, and rocks and boulders, and did not banana-peel-slip off any of them; to the contrary, I felt like I was a skilled runner, with great balance (these things are not true).
I would not say that they are comfortable, but they are definitely wearable: while feeling cheap on the foot and definitely constrictive for a wider foot, and car…

Salomon Sense Marin

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These are now my favourite shoes, though they don't shed mud, which means moving down hills parallel-ski style. In other words: no running on long, steep muddy declines. On the plus side, the shoes are not slippy enough to escape from under the mud-traversing body shod in them, which has happened to me with other shoes. While they were not made for mud, but for Marin County, which is far, far away from where I run in them, they work for me (so does their lower-end cost).
The Sense Marins are just universal enough to allow me to do whatever I want or need: traverse long stretches of concrete jungle to reach non-technical trail; run all over those trails in all kinds of conditions; manage not to skid-fall on mud.
They are roomy enough for a wide foot and cushiony enough without removing tactile contact with varying terrain.
I do not know if it is because of the shoe or because the benefits of minimal strength work accumulated, but the first month after wearing the shoes, my stride c…

departures, returns

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How is it that we speak of "straying" from ourselves? What can you do to return to to yourself if you have strayed; how might you know if you have; how long does it take to return - and is there a point of no return?
I would love to get answers to these questions from as many people as possible.
Of course, it's possible to think about these things on a more global scale, too - like in the book The Mushroom at the End of the World, an anthropological meditation on the now capitalist implications of the pursuit of the matsutake mushroom (a book I learned only of via a review of its French translation).
It seems like we expect that we are able to fathom the consequences of our pursuits and wanderings, given our "rational minds" - even though even a single jog through the country park may begin out of several reasons, give rise to several more, so have several possibly conflicting consequences to keep track of. A mushroom, the matsutake, that was once used in a sym…

steeper

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Life got steeper in previous months: I no longer had time for blogging, or sleep. But then, I found myself two weeks ago on a literally steep mountain. For the first time in over a decade, I was running on a trail absorbed with boulders, stones, tree roots that wound around a coast, getting higher and higher - until I suddenly happened upon a large Indian family, whose little son blurted: you are going so fast! And I took their photo for them as they laughed on New Year's Eve, and I regret now that I was so deep in thought on that run that I did not ask them if they would mind sending me photos of that view, care of altitude.


It is supposed to be marathon-training season for me, but after those mountains, the very ones from my childhood, I don't see the point. I signed up for the marathon in the past two years to make sure I would train through the winter where I live now, replete as it is with winds that freeze hair. But I have come to love the days of inclement weather just …