today’s passage: he writes about last days of august in hawaii (2005) and when he ran from marathon to athens
i really related to the physicalness of what he was talking about when running. that if you workout enough or are active enough something happens in your body, it becomes in tune with what it needs, it starts craving healthy food, or just being healthy. i feel so much better when i push myself, i never used to. i just used to do yoga which doesn’t really get your heart rate pumping or muscles aching. not that it isn’t hard, it’s just that your body needs more, everything. just hard to find time to do everything. i had to give up a lot of other things in exchange for working out and going to yoga every day. i recently started going to slightly harder classes, like hot pilates and even sculpt and found that i did like it after, if i could give myself the push and get myself into the routine to go. i actually feel healthier in my older age, believe it or not.
i really liked how while writing about running in greece, he was focused on the bodycount of animals. maybe that’s the skill of being hyper aware, i admire that, even though in the moment i’m not sure if he was thinking all those things, but maybe start to notice things more and then process by writing. would i have remembered the dogs and cats under such duress? but i don’t think he was quite under duress at that point.
and yea weird people only do things for the photos… (magazine photographer say most people don’t run the whole thing, they just do enough for the photo for the article)
the funniest thing was when he started talking about how mad he was getting near the end (p.65), totally true, when you are under pressure you’re just mad at everything. i hadn’t generally felt this until recently tho, hormones really bring it out of ya.
memorable quotes:
A little further on I run across a cat that’s been flattened by a car. The cat is totally flat, like some misshapen pizza…
My whole body starts to sting from the salty residue. When I lick my lips they taste like anchovy paste.
I’m covered with salt, a veritable human salt field.