1.
I started to like the German word ‘Zeitgeber’. Zeit
means time and geber means giver, so it just means time-giver. Zeitgeber sounds
like a cool protagonist in a sci-fi novel with the power to extend people’s
lives. I should go back to writing plotlines for stories like I used to do in
high school. Or maybe I should just
write the whole novel, I have enough time and if it turns out bad, I can always
tell people AI wrote it.
2.
I see a Condom Zone shop on my running route every
day. But today for the first time, I paid attention to the logo on that shop’s
sign board. I initially thought it looked like a chicken strip placed inside a
taco, but upon further thinking, I might be wrong.
3.
I attempted nasal breathing intentionally during
the morning run today. I was able to maintain it during easy miles. But once I
started running hard and fast, I was sucking in oxygen with my mouth open
fully, like I am one of those Game of thrones dragons breathing out fire.
4.
I am turning into a complete believer in the
relationship between the weekly running volumes and marathon race times. Last
year, I charted the avg weekly mileage for some of the runners on my Strava,
who were training for marathon with similar time goals. Ones who maintained a
40 mpw average barely managed to hit sub-4, whereas those who were inconsistent
with their weekly training volume managed to miss sub-4 despite being on target
pace for first 20 miles, because their legs gave up in last 6. I first hand
experienced this in Eugene when I was on target for 3:45, but my legs gave up
after mile 18 and I had painful cramp in my left calf for last 6. I barely
trained for six weeks due to my injury, and it clearly showed that day. Maintaining
high training volume forces me to run on tired legs, strengthening them enough
to not blow up at mile 20. So, when I ask myself why I am running this much, I
will just tell myself all this.
5.
Real Madrid completing a comeback in the dying
minutes of the game today reminds me of good old times. Sergio Ramos springing
up from defense to score those last-minute headers, Toni Kroos laying down
those long balls, Modric’s silky ball control, Cristiano appearing out of thin
space to finish those chances, and Isco. I loved Isco, such a magician on the
ball, and him leading the diamond midfield formation under Zidane was such a good
time in my life. I hate how things eventually progressed. Isco got washed up, less
said about Cristiano is better and it has already been 2 years since Kroos retired.
A reminder to enjoy and appreciate good times more while they last, but for now
Real Madrid suck.
6.
Blue Sea by Ricewine is a good song, which is
exactly why I should stop listening to it.
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