There’s been this slogan I’ve been hearing for a few years now about how if someone weren’t part of the solution, then they were part of the problem. Regarding that claim, let me put it politely. No. I don’t know where these people get their binary logic, on something that doesn’t even have to even be a continuum but isn’t even binary. I don’t know if they realize the dramatic irony of their intrusive labeling considering all these causes they’re applying it to are to take down the unfair binary labels humans have created for ourselves. I don’t know if they realize the ridiculous irony of them labeling others the way they’re fighting not to be labeled themselves, but frankly, no… I’m not part of the problem just because I’m not part of the solution, and I will not stop at shoving that unjust and illogical accusation back into the face of anybody who will try to unfairly put that binary label on me!
I recently finished listening to the audiobook What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, by Haruki Murakami. I don’t know how to write a proper book review, nor do I actually care to know, to be honest. However, I thought I’d write my impressions of it for consideration of writing such a book myself, having been a runner for almost 25 years now, and not shy to writing collections of vignettes. I didn’t keep great notes during those years, not even racing stats, but I’ve just started a new phase of running where I am running differently, and have technology for it like never before in the form of a Garmin. So perhaps I can write that running book, a sequel to a book I had never written, with some flashbacks to what would have been in that prequel. That’s possible, is it not?
A week and a half ago, I started a writing class via Zoom. As an informative question and icebreaker, the half a dozen students were asked to describe their relationship to writing. I didn’t give a full answer then because it would have taken more time than others who didn’t ultimately give long answer, and because I was there to learn, not tell about myself and my writing. However, I thought it’d be a good topic to write about here, if, for no other reason, to get it straight for myself.
How much exercise does it take to work off that excess and/or not so good food you allowed yourself? A week after getting my first ever smart watch, I have a means to find out, and I want to share it for anybody looking to get an idea for themselves. It will be different for everybody due to the exercise, challenges in the exercise, their size, body mass index, and so on. It won’t be exact, but it might be as good an estimate as you’re going to get without all the medical gear. And I’ll also test the joke I’ve been telling myself for decades that I can run a mile per Canadian dollar spent at McDonald’s to run off any McDonald’s that I eat (within 24, if not 48 hours max). This should be interesting! But before we go on, a serious disclaimer.
Each of about eight billion
Trying to blend in with others
Trying to stand out from others
Trying to find their true colours
Trying to be other colours
Trying unnatural colours
Trying impossible colours
Trying to achieve some balance
Trying to maintain that balance
All at once