Image of the Day: Wheat

Special thanks to Terri for sharing her photo!

Image of the Day: 5:45 a.m. Run

Associated poem posted on See Jain Run.

Jain Running

The cool October rains have brought earthworms, grubs, and other little creatures out onto roads and trails. As a runner, I feel like I could publish a book / podcast on how to avoid stepping on them. “In chapter 5, you’ll learn simple techniques from pulling your stride up short to using short bursts of speed to lengthen your pace to avoid nature’s smallest crawling life forms; all while keeping under a 10-minute mile. Bonus section includes tips on night and twilight running with a headlamp, and how to avoid tripping over opossums.” Trust me, it is especially mentally exhausting keeping keenly aware and focused on your surroundings and footing for 45 minutes or longer.

The Creative Brain On Exercise

via fast company
“For artists, entrepreneurs, and any other driven creators, exercise is a powerful tool in the quest to help transform the persistent uncertainty, fear, and anxiety that accompanies the quest to create from a source of suffering into something less toxic, then potentially even into fuel…”
Read the rest here.

It’s hard to throw away a race number...

via the mehallo blog
Turn your Tivek racing numbers into custom clothing; a cap or windbreaker. By Rick at ElevenGear.
Info/order here.

Walking versus running

via bobulate

“It was 9AM and too early to be walking there on a Sunday. Walking down Central Park West in a satisfied way, the way you do when you’ve finished something, when much of a city is still asleep, when it’s too early for blocking the box or street cleaners, and pigeons are still meandering, and sound and light rise like hot symphonies from the grates.

But that didn’t stop the looking. People, out to get a part of that morning — catching the best of it before the rest of us use it up. Looking. Some who passed gave an odd once-over. Unusual.

What makes one suddenly noticeable? What makes something suddenly stand out?

Grabbing the pole on the train home, regarding the stares of now others who joined, I looked down. Bronze medal and ribbon around my neck and still holding token wilty carnation, I was in running gear. Covered in awards that every runner gets decked out with when she finishes a mini race around the park.

The difference between other runners and me: I forgot to remove these before leaving.”

Read the rest of Liz Danzico’s post here. As Miles contently slept on my lap this morning, I really enjoyed reading this post which reminded me so much of my wonderful wife.