Here it is folks – the who, what,where and when of summer 2013 in Sardinia, Italy. Concerts, culture, food festivals, jazz festivals, cinema and much, much more! For the first time in five and a half years, I have seen something that gets me so excited that I want to do cartwheels, back-flips and scream from the top of Gennargentu. Never in the almost 6 years that I have lived in Sardinia have I seen something so organized, articulate and thorough! I would like to personally thank the ingenious people at SardegnaEventi24.it for putting together such an elaborate and informative map listing all events in Sardinia for summer 2013.
Now you can have your very own event map! Complete with listings for every town and city in Sardinia. Print it, save it, carry it in your back pocket but whatever you do, be sure to download it – it’s super FREE.
The new cd arrived. Finally. I ordered it on Januray 20th, 2011 and it arrived last monday. That’s three months land travel for her to finally come knocking on my door. Florence + the Machine. LUNGS is blowing my effin mind. Her lyrics are powerfully brilliant and completely whacked out. Song number seven on the disk Drumming Song is strong with beats and just blows me bloody socks off. It’s a perfectly orchestrated song with ups and downs, highs and lows. I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster listening to that song. I’m so in lurve with her strong voice and angst ridden lyrics. There’s nothing like a powerful songstress to bring out emotion and melt ice. I’ve played my new cd over and over and over, and each time I’m again moved. It’s quite the orgasmic compilation of songs.
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.