Train!
I’ve been talking for some time now about proper breathing, proper running gear, what to eat, what not to eat, how to choose your running surface and so on and so forth.
But when it comes down to training, workout itself is the one to rightfully corroborate your body.
I’ll stop..well, writing and just let you check out this workout design I’ve put together.
If knowledge is power and time is money (and I believe they are), I will be forever pennyless.
I am having a fresh delicious drink while sharing an armchair with my friend Boru. I believe it is Vive la Fête singing in the background, but I cannot actually listen to the music. Some other girls and boys are approaching us, which is kind of cool although I have no idea who they are. We start talking and laughing and having some more delicious (mostly based on peppermint) drinks and I feel like I am having a great night.
But suddenly, my terribly accurate instinct tells me to look towards the bathroom door. In the obscure light I see a swirl, a dark-coloured (like Onyx, beautiful and shiny) smoothly squirming swirl flowing from underneath the bathroom door. I instantly get this sensation that it may be dangerous for us to remain there. But I can’t move. The swirl is disgustingly attracting me into its sinuous movements.
But it does reach us. And suddenly, I find myself radiating with happiness, because the swirl is now gone, I am still there, not harmed, not damaged, not disordered.
But I am alone.
And suddenly, this voice tells me that all those friends are still there, but the swirl made them invisible. We cannot hear each other, we cannot touch each other. And they have to be rescued in the next 20 hours. Otherwise, they will be gone for ever.
The trick is that they can transmit signals. But I am the only one who can interpret them. I am the one who has to pay attention to everything that may represent a sign.
And I do it. For the next 30 minutes, I am in this exhilarating quest that exploits my entire attention for insignificant details. It wears me down. It leaves me breathless. It makes me thirsty. It haunts me.
But I love it.
The swirl is now back.
It is looking straight into my eyes.
It is 2cm away from my face.
The panic is indescribable.
The exhilaration is indescribable.
Did you ever wake up to a beautiful sunny day, just perfect for blowing off some steam, but the annoying cold totally brought you down?
Well I have. And I’m telling you: it sucked. No running, no training and total annihilation of the senses for four-seven days. It was so nasty that right then and there I decided to kick those germs off for good!
And here is my tested method that I can assure you will keep you away from all those squirming viruses just waiting to get you.
I believe this is a heavy day on the Universe’s shoulders.
It did enable a preamble last night, when heavy rusty iron reservoirs were floating with an attached heavy chain intended to offer some anchor.
It was pitch dark, with some exceptions that I don’t know where came from. In the semi-obscure light I could see painfully beautiful faces staring. At the floating reservoirs.
This is a great surprise for the day. My article about what to do and what not to do while training is now published on a notorious website.
It is quite interesting, as I assess it. But please, do skim and share opinions!
I am hereby declaring that my intention is not to write chronicles of human behaviours. Though, one of my strongest desires is for people to act and express freely. And it proofs to me that sometimes an inward look is highly recommended.
As a reminder, if you please.
And I do want to express my gratitude for clicking the link to my blog and being yourself, at least while skimming it.
And darlings, here is a Saturday impersonation of the twist humans do.
It seems to me like you have all sworn secrecy and I can hardly wait to see how many others would rather hide who they really are.
I’ve been trying to imagine how you would be, act, touch if you knew eyes were laid on you. You would be all wearing dark masks that would accurately mislead.
right?
I find these images a precise description of how profane you really are when you know there is no one watching.
OK, let’s play a little game, shall we?
each of you has to answer one question. now, you can definitely lie, but please, please don’t.
the question is: If you knew there was someone videotaping your every move, would you..eat the same food? would you listen to the same music? would you wear the same T-shirts? would you fuck the same people?
now remember, I don’t have the slightest idea who you are, so do express freely.
I want to take this moment to tell Liviu (since I know you are a reader) to go
out and buy this book.
I know we won’t meet soon, so please go and buy what was supposed to be my gift for your birthday.
For those non-Romanian, this is the 2009 Pulitzer Winner, “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy.
Do enjoy!
