Credits to the unknown shoemaker…

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…

Others’ thoughts on running: Columbia students

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

The danger of stepping out the front door…

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.

Running is escape

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…

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