A lot of people but no partybuses yet. Tranquilo en Amador
lördag 5 december 2009
Six hour to "start"- 12 hours of running. And talking?
What do you talk about for 12 hours? And what do you listen to on the ipod when you dont have the strength to talk?
I am listening to the wonderful book "Born to run" by Christopher Mcdougall, about the running people, Tarahumara, in the northwest of Mexico. True inspiration! Unfortunately only 2 hours of listening left. Thats the best book I have "read" in many many years.
"Philosophy- who needs it" by Ayn Rand. A classic within philosophy. Could be good for the early night-hours. Let the mind free. Just started listening to it, sounds promising.
"Influencer", by too many authors. Business literature, and maybe I should keep work from fun. Maybe..
"Tuesdays with Morrie". About life. Maybe too.. heavy?
Hmmm. Or I just go with my running music. With a good piece of salsa mixed in.
But probably, spend most of the time chatting with Fernando. I am looking forward to that, my friend!!!
Ok, time to check the list. Saltpills. Water. Extra shoes. Etc etc.
torsdag 3 december 2009
12 hours running
12 hours running coming up. Two days left, and I hope that Fernando gets better!
Not much running this week. Running Monday, salsa on Tuesday, rest yesterday. Guess I will do a few km this evening, then some tomorrow. Well, and dancing of course! For the party tomorrow night.
Preparations ongoing, did some baking yesterday, the famous Runes Energikakor. Ok, maybe not that famous. But most ultrarunners in Sweden should know about them. Oatmeal, cream, sugar, syrup. Syrup gives the fast energy, otameal the somewhat slower. I always manage to make them too hard, but this time they are ok.
söndag 29 november 2009
lördag 28 november 2009
Hypothetically- a crazy night to come
"Purely hypothetically, if we would run for 12 hours, when and where should we do it?". About 10 emails later between me and my crazy friends we settled for, purely hypothetical of course, for the causeway next Saturday at 6 pm.
Its going to be interesting to follow the full circle from normal afternoon, start of the crazy partybuses, the full party-time, party slowing down, and finally, the nightclubs closing at 5 am. And the mandatory "drunk drivers being stopped by the police".
Quite interesting this morning, when I checked the (hypothetical) parkingspot for the car next weekend, to have water, Runes energikakor (no translation..), bananas etc etc. On early Sunday mornings, there is always a police control for getting out from the causeway. Always. Siempre. Alltid. Utan undantag. So, when running back, there is this guy being stopped by the police and getting a fine for driving drunk.
Coming from the nightclub, the police aaaaalways stopping eeeevery car, and the guy is driving drunk!!! How stupid can a man be? Really amazing, almost to the point of admiration. Ok, running for 12 hours is not exactly smart either.
Or..?
Its going to be interesting to follow the full circle from normal afternoon, start of the crazy partybuses, the full party-time, party slowing down, and finally, the nightclubs closing at 5 am. And the mandatory "drunk drivers being stopped by the police".
Quite interesting this morning, when I checked the (hypothetical) parkingspot for the car next weekend, to have water, Runes energikakor (no translation..), bananas etc etc. On early Sunday mornings, there is always a police control for getting out from the causeway. Always. Siempre. Alltid. Utan undantag. So, when running back, there is this guy being stopped by the police and getting a fine for driving drunk.
Coming from the nightclub, the police aaaaalways stopping eeeevery car, and the guy is driving drunk!!! How stupid can a man be? Really amazing, almost to the point of admiration. Ok, running for 12 hours is not exactly smart either.
Or..?
tisdag 24 november 2009
A calm day-after run, slowly running home from work. I Monday starting full of energy, but swiftly turning into one of these Mondays you know.. But thats another story.
11.6 km, starting at work in the Global Bank building on Calle 50:
http://www.funbeat.se/tracks/index.aspx?RouteID=264397
A few blocks away from work, there is a big school. In order to squeeze more students in, they study in two-shift, half of the students in the early mornings until lunch, the other half from lunch to around 5-6 pm. So, when I get running after work close to 6 pm, there are a lot of students walking to the busstops.
And, without exceptions, a lot of girls that thinks its funny with a tall, pale guy running around. I almost feel like a rockstar when they start whistle and cheer when I pass.
Running over to Via Israel, taking left and then right on Via Brasil, passing Multi Centro. Armani and Gucci stores in the shopping mall to the left, poor neighbourhood to the right. What a difference, what contrast.
Passing Club Union, where presidents have parties (not now perhaps, but its not like a standard after-work place).
Coming onto Cinta Costera, and setting a slow, steady pace. Legs a bit heavy after yesterday, and I let my mind wander. A bad Monday, and it feels good to run off the bad mood and let some energy in.
I am thinking of all the blisters that are sort of constant. And the struggle to find a water system that is compatible with my body, or way of running. First of all, I use a tremendous amount of water here with the climate. Secondly, I get blisters of all different shoes I have tried. No matter if its New Balance, Nike, Adidas or any other. I wonder if it is the climate, or just my feet. Or the somewhat long distances.. I hardly give my feet much rest..
Anyway, I know my blisters by now, and we are friends. The have agreed to be nice with me if I just use sporttape before I run. But I am not talking to them. Yet..
Ok, this is how much thoughts wander around when I run. Hardly something to write about, and you could really start to think there is a small small part of me that is slightly... crazy..?
11.6 km, starting at work in the Global Bank building on Calle 50:
http://www.funbeat.se/tracks/index.aspx?RouteID=264397
A few blocks away from work, there is a big school. In order to squeeze more students in, they study in two-shift, half of the students in the early mornings until lunch, the other half from lunch to around 5-6 pm. So, when I get running after work close to 6 pm, there are a lot of students walking to the busstops.
And, without exceptions, a lot of girls that thinks its funny with a tall, pale guy running around. I almost feel like a rockstar when they start whistle and cheer when I pass.
Running over to Via Israel, taking left and then right on Via Brasil, passing Multi Centro. Armani and Gucci stores in the shopping mall to the left, poor neighbourhood to the right. What a difference, what contrast.
Passing Club Union, where presidents have parties (not now perhaps, but its not like a standard after-work place).
Coming onto Cinta Costera, and setting a slow, steady pace. Legs a bit heavy after yesterday, and I let my mind wander. A bad Monday, and it feels good to run off the bad mood and let some energy in.
I am thinking of all the blisters that are sort of constant. And the struggle to find a water system that is compatible with my body, or way of running. First of all, I use a tremendous amount of water here with the climate. Secondly, I get blisters of all different shoes I have tried. No matter if its New Balance, Nike, Adidas or any other. I wonder if it is the climate, or just my feet. Or the somewhat long distances.. I hardly give my feet much rest..
Anyway, I know my blisters by now, and we are friends. The have agreed to be nice with me if I just use sporttape before I run. But I am not talking to them. Yet..
Ok, this is how much thoughts wander around when I run. Hardly something to write about, and you could really start to think there is a small small part of me that is slightly... crazy..?
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