Run, just a little bit harder
Thanks to an excellent documentary (this evening’s The Nature Of Things), I will go to bed with a slight sense of shame. I have betrayed my ancestors. Tomorrow, I must run for that stupid bus, because that’s how it is supposed to be. Thanks for making me feel more tired than before, CBC.
Not fair to blame them, of course. I could run more than I do. I could do a lot of things more than I do. Running would get me wherever a little faster, and my cardiovascular system could use the exercise. All things in moderation of course. A heart attack is not a recommended form of exercise.
For the record, I’m a fan of going barefoot. Do it around the house, all weekend long. Do it as much as possible while on vacation (something about the feel of new mud between the toes). I’m not a fanatic of fancy running shoes (blows the budget right out). Turns out that we were never meant to abuse our feet the way we do. There’s a resolution: as soon as the snow and ice are gone, I will try to get out into the back yard for the good of my arches and infrastructure. Might even run (when nobody is watching).
The program did make its point. We can all push ourselves a little more than we do. After all, we’re the best in the animal kingdom at endurance hunting.
We’re now into the time of year where I pay close attention to the disappearing snow. Here’s a recap of the last seven years, same date, same time:
