Dear maker of my recent pair of running shoes,
Thank you for providing my feet with ample support.
Thank you for helping me to run happily for more than a thousand kilometers.
Thank you for that special reinforcements around the ankles.
Thank you for the great traction on every terrain.
Thank you for making these shoes stable enough to carry me home even after the sole started to fall apart (20 km from home…).
Thank you for providing us with new shoes to replace the old ones.
Thank you for adding additional support for my funny way of running.
Thank you for that crazy shoe color.
Thank you for having these shoes available whenever we need them.
Thank you for doing what we ourselves cannot do anymore.
Thank you for being our shoemaker…
This is a very nice article about the benefits and challenges of running. Written from the perspective of eager students that make their way in a big city’s university.
…In nature, we watch the seasons change; they see grey, and we see green become yellow, become brown, become nothing. The cracks of our shoes are filled with dried up mud, the windy river air crashes imposingly against our chapped faces…
A very nice picture you paint there, Ms. Jacobovitz!
Read the full article here: Just run it: Jogging Columbia students
This christmas is awesome. Not just because of family gatherings and cool gifts, but because of the weather. Around here, we were approaching 18 degrees Celsius where, in the old days, we wouldn’t have been surprised by minus 18 degrees. A runner cannot hope for better weather these days, right?
Wrong! I want back the chilling cold!
Continue reading Dreaming of a white Christmas…
While jogging, I’m quite focused. I only contentrate on the patch of road that stretches out for a few meters ahead.
Continue reading Jogging is all about the moment
Yesterday, I took my shoes out for a walk and like Mr. Tolkien made Bilbo say:
“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
I remember stepping out my front door and the next thing I remember, as I ran down some muddy road, I suddenly found myself in the middle of a flock of sheep. There was “baa” all around me. Lamb hid behind their ewes, while the older sheep just chewed, watching me alert but not at all fearful. A few minutes later, the lamb also decided it was safe to give in to curiosity and so some approached me while others just resumed their meal.
And I? Well, I stood there.And I smiled. I smiled at those little lamb, I smiled at the older sheep, I smiled at the whole scene: A few minutes earlier, I stepped out of the door with a head full of issues, todos and whatsoever. A head so full, I didn’t even notice how I got onto this muddy road. And now, none of these problems that clouded my head remained. All that was left was fresh air, a cloudy saturday morning and that terribly beautiful concert of “baa”.
So, you were right, Mr. Baggins: It’s a dangerous business, going out your front door. But a life-enhancing one as well.
Most certainly, you’ve also had that thought sometime: “I need to get out of here!”. And well, probably then you should. There may be plenty of get aways to choose from: Short prestigious breaks in London or New York, romantic trips to Paris or Vienna or simply a stay at a cozy hotel somewhere near.
I tell you, keep your money and just take a step out of your front door…
Continue reading Running is escape
Some time ago, I started to have that thought of “I need a break!”. That feeling grew, slowly at first, but kept on. I felt like a battery with a serious memory effect: I simply wouldn’t recharge to my full capacity anymore. And my capacity seemed to drop without end…
Continue reading How I came around to running
Think back to the last time your mind was completely empty. So empty, you really didn’t think of anything and you just existed?
Continue reading Running is a no-brainer
Yes, I admit: I am addicted to running. If someone had told me a few years ago that I would write this sentence down in a blog, I most certainly would have had a good long laugh. But, well, it is true now. Continue reading Running is addictive