Amazing marathon video

Kayoko Fukushi's debut - an amazing video of what happens when the marathon goes wrong.

http://scienceofsport.blogspot.com/2008/01/sports-news-addition.html

Getting it this far wrong is my worst nightmare. I've seen people do this. I do not want to follow. As inspriational as it may be, I'm not interested in following anyone down a path to that much pain. Just so we're clear. :D

running temperature

It's -28C and the wind chill brings the sensation down to a bone chilling -42C and I'm out there running intervals. In the real world people must have treadmills for this type of thing.

The Kite Runner

I can't remember the last time I've been swallowed whole by a novel. Inside twelve hours The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini was finished. I'm a slow reader. I like to ponder word choices and savor the phrases that please me. It's been many years since I allowed myself to be taken over so fully. It was wonderful to travel like that again.

Yann Martel's The Facts Behind the Helsinki Roccamatios had a couple of outstanding offerings too. Reading, working, wood cutting, splitting and stacking, but no running. I'm supposed to be training for a half marathon. Yikes.

Spiegel Im Spiegel

After a lot of wood cutting this week, Tom Allen met me this morning over coffee with this hug. I will have to have this on hand for morning where the hurt is close to the bone. Beautiful.

http://www.cbc.ca/radio2/playlists.html

SPIEGEL IM SPIEGEL

Duration: 00:08:45
DANIEL HOPE
album:
NIMBUS NI 5631
label:
COMPOSER: ARVO PART
PRODUCER: DOMINIC FYFE
VIOLIN: DANIEL HOPE
PIANO: SIMON MULLIGAN

Those French Canadian pie makers are at it!

The calm before the storm. The eldest will be here shortly and then we'll have the three of the girls together at home again. I hope she's healthy. I'm down with a cold and have been fighting it for a week. Boo and Snoot are slumped on hormones. Mamie and PU are on fire. Today it's tourtière!

I cut and ground the venison this morning and then made myself a broth from the bones for lunch. I don't think I could have tourtière too often. Years of begging have finally produced some of this stout sustenance. Like fish for breakfast I crave this some mornings where there is likely to be a lot of physical work done before lunch.

Now if I could just stop blowing my nose and clearing my throat long enough not to look like some kind of wounded deer killer I'd make good on some wood cutting.

Snow removal and fitness levels to be grateful for

Snow blowers die. Life's like that sometimes. The snow gods could care less. The scoop was in use for more than two hours last night. It's lonely at the bottom. It was still snowing this morning. Now it's just all about the cold arctic front and those ever popular winter high pressure domes. The chickens still squeezed out four eggs. Tomorrow spells new belts for the old girl and then let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! HoHoHo
Mr. Aerobic Engine