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The night before, I dreamt I was a consultant on a ship w/an insane captain somewhere in the North Atlantic, with giant waves that froze around us like a white out. I ordered and got a shovel, dying digging while the sailors around me gaped as if I were the crazy one. No, digging did not help, but at least I think I died on my feet.

Last night, it was me being attacked by a crocodile : not sure if it was Sacred or not, but at least I died warm!

Ok, I will admit that trippling the number of km Power Walked (Fr, but accessible) (in compensation for km not run, trying to reach 45km/week by mid-March (English, log in needed) ) may not have been the best idea I've had lately, but why the renewed 'My Life is in Serious Danger' dreams now that I've stopped running/walking for the last 4 days?

While I know that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) aka la Dépression Hivernal, is linked to light, but also to excercise levels (which is why I always take my walks and runs early in the morning), I wonder if the feeling of a cold or flu coming on, combined with having to rest the ankle tendon due to my own stupidity, makes me feel powerless? Obviously the answer is Yes! But it remains irritating, and a bit scary, to see how quickly those fears and despair of just a short while ago can come screaming back, threatening to overwhelm you, just after a few days of darker than usual weather (weekends I generally do not write, so do not sit with my SunLamp), and enforced 'rest' (which is making me more restless by the day, but with a tendon still aching for no apparent reason...).

So, dear friends, my reason for writing this post is as follows: if you feel down, do not give in to despair. Drink a spicy hot chocolate (soy milk and Fair Trade chocolate with cayenne if possible, but if you feel rotten, just a hot choc. may help), and then turn on the lights for a few minutes, and bask in them. Then, get out a pad of paper, and write. Preferably while you wriggle your toes and think of Frodo Baggins!

Then, plan to change your life. Taking risks is scary, but sometimes the only way to make life better, for you and for someone else. Don't let those dreams that tell you your life is in danger go unheeded: especially if the one putting you life in danger might be You.

Human Love,

Read, Write, Run, Teach !

31 January, 12016 HE
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     In thinking of why I love to run, I recall the feeling of freedom when running, which I never found elsewhere, even from flying (as a student pilot flying was more of a kill-joy for me!).  And a sense of comaraderie that, in thinking back, I suddenly realized is linked to one of my very few happy childhood memories.

     My father sent me to a DC Army National Guard summer camp when I was 14, where I met the first 'foreign' friend, and the only person who ever ran with me.  He was a dark muscular guy from Tanzania, and also the only person there with whom I could share -we talked as we ran, or, I ran, while he merely jogged.  I appreciated his effort to  to accomodate my slower stride, and his attentive listening.  I can only hope that I was as attentive a listener as he was.  I recall being fascinated to hear about his home in Africa, yet irritated that everyone assumed we were dating.  Sex was the farthest thing from my mind (I have no clue how he felt) at the time.  The fact that someone took the time to share his thoughts with me, listen to mine, and that we could stay in step together was the cornerstone of our friendship.  Sadly, we lost touch after that camp, but I have always recalled and sought that same comaraderie, brotherhood.

    So now I can finally come back to running, and hope perhaps to find a similar friendship.  See <a href="">My training so far: 2015</a>

   I am too tired to translate this at the moment, but since I am mostly writing it for a franco-hispanophone person I know, I will finish later.

Shira "HolocenHumanEra" Dest.
2nd July, 12015 HE

1re km en 8:17
donc, 2me km = 7:57 mais terminé avec plus d'effort

J'ai trottiné plus vite aujourd'hui et étonnement, je m'a senti beaucoup meilleure en trottinant plus vite qu'en 'trottinant' aussi lentement possible !

Voici <a href="">Mon carnet 2015</a>

Shira èreHolocèneHumane Destinie
2 de julliet, année 12015 èH



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If a man walks beside me while I 'jog,' how is it possible that I get the same benefits as with running?
Shira "Holocene Era" Dest.
20.6.12015 HE

Si un homme marché à mes coutes pendant que j'ai 'trottiné' comme c'est possible que j'ai les mêmes bénéfices qu'avec  le CàP ?
Shira "ère Holocène" Dest.
20.6.12015 èH

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