A 10k Photographic Journey | Sardinia, Italy

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A 10k Photographic Journey | Sardinia, Italy Six kilometers in the distance lies the stunning coastal town of Isola Rossa. Spring sprung in Sardinia. Moor like hills where faeries dance and play in the spring breeze. Naked, from the first, … Continue reading

Diet? No Thanks.

They have been tried, tested and traveled.  And there remains one and only one reason I have thrown in the towel regarding diets.  I respect those who are on, or have been on diets. Keep reading as I want to discuss a few different fad diets that I find interesting.  By no means am I an expert in any of this advice, it’s only my opinions and some facts from Wikipedia. Continue reading

Believe In This Moment, Run.

Ready, Go!

With sneakers laced and iPod kicking out the latest Eminem, I grab my stop watch and head out the door.  Beep.  I’ve just started my first 6k of the week and I am totally pumped. There are no bibs, no trophies nor ribbons adoring my walls.  There’s also no marathons or half marathons nor even mini marathons, heaven forbid triathlons (I look up to those who can, in awe.) 

But what there is, what is the most important and crucial point for a runner, is passion.  Passion to feel like your flying, passion of hear your heart beat, passion to add just one more 6k to the week.  It’s exhilarating and freedom comes; and nothing else exists.  Just you, the road and air exist in this moment. Believe in this moment, run. 

In the corner collecting dust are five pairs of (new to old) running shoes.  They have their scars and served me well.  Most of the time, they are the only reason I get out of bed in the morning. They beckon me their taunts of freedom and haunt me awake with their desire to add another mile.  There are plenty of times when I just throw them back under the bed, pull the comforter up and go back to sleep.  Only just to taunt me further when I finally rise to the day.  These days are difficult.  As what I’m really aching for is a jar of Nutella, some freshly baked Sardinian bread, a few cigarettes (yes. a runner who smokes.  a runner who runs to not smoke.  it’s a vicious cycle,) a deep dark local red and a good Angelina Jolie flick on the tele.

They always win.  Always.  It never fails.  It doesn’t matter how many times I try to forget them, they always win.  Beep. 46:16.  Not bad.  But it doesn’t really matter to me what time I’ve run or how many seconds slower or faster I was this time.  When I’m on the road time does not exist, and if I must walk for a millisecond well, that’s just ok too.  For the only thing that truly matters is my passion for running.  It’s alive.  Belive in this moment, run.