About ten days ago I offered you to read of a short excerpt of Haruki Murakami’s book What I talk about when I talk about running. I suggest you read this book. Not to encourage you to run – the author himself did not write it for this purpose, he writes – but I think it should be of interest for you, Interesting also the playlist of the songs he listens to while running!
Yesterday the Mistress of Frimousse and her trail partner went to Roc des Bœufs. Very nice, they say, with snow near the summit. This morning I was pleased to jog 5km on the flat near the Lake – I still have problems with the climbs, not my breath but my knees. It was chilly, but it was simply beautiful.
What was the weather like when I did my little jogging tour this morning? Was it raining? Actually I don’t know. Does it matter? I was absorbed in my thoughts, perhaps. Read this text by Haruki Murakami, if you have two minutes to spare.
I’m often asked what I think about as I run. Usually the people who ask this have never run long distances themselves. I always ponder the question. What exactly do I think about when I’m running? I don’t have a clue.
― Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
Yesterday morning, the Mistress of Frimousse and I ran by the Lake – she ran at her pace and I jogged at mine. We finished soaked. This morning I jogged the same route. The sky was brighter and we could see the fresh snow on the Tournette. I finished my run just before the heavy rain.
Last Friday the Mistress of Frimousse went to Dent des Portes and Crêt du Char with Fabien. They ran fast on the downhill, to finish before the rain. Result: sore thighs for both. But Frimousse’s Mistress didn’t have a problem with her ankles or her knee.