"On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow." - Friedrich Nietzsche
Quote: "This is not Disneyland, or Hollywood. I'll give you an example: I've read that I flew up the hills and mountains of France. But you don't fly up a hill. You struggle slowly and painfully up a hill, and maybe, if you work very hard, you get to the top ahead of everybody else." - Lance Armstrong
"Your load of polyester stuff is ready to be hung to dry", Tanya told me around supper time on a Saturday in early March. "Would you like to put in the next load of polyester stuff you have sealed in that plastic bag?"
Laundry has played a big role in my life in the past bunch of months. Running in the winter in Saskatchewan results in the production of an enormous quantity of performance fabric that needs to be laundered. Without delay. For fear that it will escape its plastic confines and murder the entire household with toxic fumes.
I started training for Maratona di Roma 17 in about October of 2010 so I've seen a lot. I've been frostbitten, hypothermic, injured, massaged, physiotherapized, counselled, and scolded. I performed first aid at a car collision I came across while running, ran on a treadmill for three hours and forty five minutes, got thrown out of a gym for inappropriate footwear, and purchased ridiculously expensive socks.
But I also raised over $6,500 to provide services for people battling Leukemia & Lymphoma. This is the real reason I did this enormous thing - I wanted to help, and I like to think that while my contribution was small it was present. I did something.
This is the story of the last segment of my marathon journey - the execution. You can listen to the other parts of my journey on my podcast at http://candotri.com .
"Out of the silver heat mirage he ran. The sky burned, and under him the paving was a black mirror reflecting sun-fire. Sweat sprayed his skin with each foot strike so that he ran in a hot mist of his own creation. With each slap on the softened asphalt, his soles absorbed heat that rose through his arches and ankles and the stems of his shins. It was a carnival of pain, but he loved each stride because running distilled him to her essence and the heat hastened this distillation."
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I began considering a wireless link between my iPhone and my earphones after a series of disasterous, cartoon-like incidents where I lost focus and was nearly flung out the back of a treadmill. I pictured my iPhone (which I depend on for, well, everything) being pulled off of the shelf under the treadmill speedometer, landing on the belt and being flung at my face at high speed. After it caused catastrphic damage to my face (theoretically heal-able) it would, of course, be smashed (healable with $800).
I was also search for a wireless music solution for my car. FM transmitters do not produce a good enough quality of sound for me - I think they provide an absolutely TERRIBLE quality of sound due to the inherent limitations to FM.
I use an audio cable connected to the *dock* of my iPhone because iPhone (and iPod) produce line-level output from the dock. This means that the equalization and volume settings for the iPhone are not imposed on the music signal and it sounds perfect. This is the baseline on how I judge music quality.
"My experience has taught me that you must first, and always, seek the person You Are. And this becoming unfolds through the intensity with which you use your body, through your absorption in play, and through the acceptance of the discipline needed to be an athlete. At all times, you must protect your Self. Maintain a childlike wonder. Aquire, if you can, the ability to be careless, to disregard appearances, to relax, and laugh at the world."
" We're just like bugs in a bowl. All day going around never leaving their bowl. I say, That's right! Every day climbing up the steep sides, sliding back.
Over and over again. Around and around. Up and back down.
Sit in the bottom of the bowl, head in your hands, cry, moan, feel sorry for yourself.
Or. Look around. See your fellow bugs. Walk around.