Off with a high pace
Adventure starts out the door,
Hash trail discovered.
(6km, strong pace)
I decided to go for a post-dinner run tonight, notwithstanding the fact that I cooked pasta gratin for dinner (very good, better than my first attempt). As I didn't want to waste any time since I'd be showering with my son and in the evening infant moods can swing wildly, I decided to go off at a good pace. I took a trail that I thought wouldn't be too long even if it was my first time doing it. Measuring on mapmyrun.com gave me about 6km, so I wasn't off the mark with my estimate. As I was running I figured that some strong pace training will help me on the Sanjurokumine trail in December, especially in the last few kilometers. The last hill starts off not very steep, and I figure that if I can jog it instead of walking it like the last two times, it could really make a difference in my time. I hope to get my personal best, 4:30:00 at the max (my previous best is 4:39:40 or something, although I did a few pictures both times).
And this trail, at 6k, should be perfect for a future KFMH3 trail. Hashers, be warned!
2011/09/29
2011/09/28
Jogging Haiku 30: Gestation
Along the river
Out for a first baby stroll,
Happy nine months, Kaz!
(6km, with baby stroller)
Today Kaz is 9 months old and as it is the earliest recommended age to take babies out on my brand of jogging baby stroller, I took no delay and used it. Actually I think he would have been fine before, but like the proverbial 30min (or is it 60?) wait after a meal before going swimming, I decided to play it safe. The is fine, and Kaz didn't seem to dislike it at all. Ok, well, he didn't cry. But he was pretty silent, perhaps because he was sleepy. In any case, good first outing, looking forward to the next.
Out for a first baby stroll,
Happy nine months, Kaz!
(6km, with baby stroller)
Today Kaz is 9 months old and as it is the earliest recommended age to take babies out on my brand of jogging baby stroller, I took no delay and used it. Actually I think he would have been fine before, but like the proverbial 30min (or is it 60?) wait after a meal before going swimming, I decided to play it safe. The is fine, and Kaz didn't seem to dislike it at all. Ok, well, he didn't cry. But he was pretty silent, perhaps because he was sleepy. In any case, good first outing, looking forward to the next.
2011/09/25
Jogging Haiku 29: Heaven and Hell
Sunrise to sunset
A day spent mountain jogging,
Mostly heavenly.
(56km If you don't want to read the account, you can also check this photo gallery)
Well, I did it. I have never felt so happy seeing the black sandbags at the end of the trail to Takarazuka as this time. Then again, it was the first time I did the All-Mountain Rokko trail in its entirety.
I left home around 5:30 to catch my train. The sky was a pre-sunrise deep blue without a single cloud, and the temperatures were cool. Somewhere around Nishinomiya or Ashiya the sun rose, illuminating the buildings with a golden hue. It was going to be a beautiful day. I arrived at JR Suma, changed to Hanshin and one station later, here I was, at Sumaurakouen station, the start of the trail. A few other hikers were there two, and after a quick snap, off I was.
On the first climb I met a couple of gentlemen who were doing the same course, but on two days, resting at the Maya lodge. I will include this in my Kansai Scene article as an option I think, although I wouldn't want to stop overnight personally; it's as much a matter of ego (do it in one day, chump, you're under 40!), as a matter that after doing the worst part, legs will be sore the next day. But if I can still hike as much as them where I'm in my 60's, I'll be happy. Good on them to be still as genki.
The first hill was finished rather quickly, which led me to the second hill, which starts with a looooonnnngggg flight of stairs. Soon after I passed a hiker, took a shot from the top, and then arrived in the Suma alps, one of the most scenic place on course. Throughout the course, memories of my Trailwalker training with Yuriko, Akemi and Carsten flooded back in my mind. As nice as the alps are, they're nicer when shared with good friends.
When I was almost at the bottom of the hill, three trail runners gained on me. By their looks (flat stomachs) I deduced they were much quicker than I. We stayed together for a kilometer or two, and then lost them when we started climbing the next hill. By their pace, I would guess they finished the course in 8 or 9 hours. At the top of the hill, there is a nice Inari shrine, complete with fox deities and red torii gates. The Higashiyama Sanjurokumine race finishes at the Head Inari shrine, so passing one was special for me. After a few more snaps, off I was. The following few kilometers are all on asphalt in a Kobe suburb (or is it in Kobe city, I'm unsure). While a little less interesting, it does have one of the only convenient store on trail, and I picked two rice balls, two bottles of water and one box of almond chocolate, my favorite snack while outdoors.
And I needed the energy for the next mountain, Kikusui. It is the steepest climb, with some high steps and rocks to navigate. I passed an older lady who told me gambatte (hang in there), and I replied the same. It's amazing to see all the retirees on trail in Japan, where few young people enjoy the outdoors. I guess with fewer cars around, people stay fit longer. But still, my hat off to those genki golden-agers.
I finally reached the top, and in somewhat better shape than I expected. It was still tough, but with no one to complain to, I focused on the job at hand. I ate some food at the top, gave my legs a little break, and off I was again. After the downhill, where I passed another man attempting the whole trail, and a suspension bridge across a road, it was time for another long climb, to Futatabi. I felt pretty good climbing, even I was starting to feel a little tired. Soyjoy bars and energy drinks gave me a boost, and I reached the top not long after.
That part of the trail reminded me of Chris Lynch, with whom I had hiked this part of the trail when he crossed the Japan archipelago on foot a few years ago. Not far after the summit there is a temple with a statue of Kobo Daishi, the famous monk who hiked all over Japan, creating multiple pilgrimage routes that are still popular nowadays. I got some water at a machine nearby, ate a Soyjoy bar, and off I was on the last major, and I do mean major, climb of the trail.
The climb to Mt. Maya is long and at times arduous. What makes it even demoralizing are the number of descents along the way. Of course going down feels good on the legs, giving the climbing muscle a break. But every time you go down, it means you have to go up again. But in general, my progress was pretty good, with only one of two crazy runners passing me. I was quite elated when I reached the top, even more so when I looked at the time, 12:30! As an objective I wanted to be there by 14:00 to make sure I'd be doing most of the remaining course in daylight (I had a flashlight just in case). To see the time really gave me a confidence boost. I took the time to eat my last rice ball, some choco almonds and a cola jelly (what? no caffeine?).
After this feeding, off on trail I was again. The trail to the peak of Mt. Rokko is not so difficult. It goes mostly up, but usually it isn't very steep. On top of that, there are many distracting sights, like golf course, hotels, day trippers, mouton restaurants and more, as well as a small convenient store where beer tempted me, but a tangerine ice bar made it's way to my stomach. I finally reached the peak, took some pictures, had a last Soyjoy, and back to trail I went.
By then, my feet were starting to hurt a fair bit. I tried tying my shoes with different levels of tightness, but nothing would do, I would just have to endure. Some of the climbs, short as they were, really took the breath out of me at times. Yet, I was surprised to be able to job on all gentle descents and flats. Having never run for so long, I was a little amazed at myself. At some point, a man came rushing in the opposite direction, and he was FAST! But he was even faster some time later when he came down behind me! I think I might have seen him earlier in the day, so I figure that he did the whole course, then decided he needed to run some more, so he backtracked! I doubt I'll ever be as energetic as he, but it gave a boost to try to push a little harder. Later, as I was taking some pictures of conifers, another trail runner passed me, although more slowly than the first.
As I don't remember the trail so well, numerous times I thought I was really near the end, yet other little uphills kept coming. My toes especially were bothering me, and progress was at times difficult. But finally I saw the black sandbags, indicating I was near the end of the mountain trail. I passed a group of hikers who were pretty surprised to see me jogging (shuffling would be more appropriate). I stopped by the nearby temple, gave thanks for keeping me safe, and off I was for the worst part of the trail, the descent on asphalt to Takarazuka station. The roads are often quite steep, and with my painful toes, I couldn't jog. It did hurt like hell. But the slope became gentler, and I jogged the last bit, feeling quite fresh even if I'd jogged and hiked over 55km already. I arrived at the station at 17:00, much to my delight. For a first time, I feel it's a decent time, even if that wasn't very important to me.
I got a beer at the department store, sadly my choice of microbrew ended up being a little disappointing. When I got home, I started the laundry and went for a dip at the local onsen. I mostly alternated between the hot and cold outdoor baths. After, I had dinner at a local izakaya, where I had some good salmon sashimi, some cold tofu and grilled chicken: the tsukune was excellent! Of course I washed it down with some beer; after all, I need some carbs too!
Surprisingly, I woke up Saturday with very little muscle ache. I guess I could have pushed harder. But as a benefit, it meant that after my photography class - where we did a bit of walking - I could go to a capoeira workshop. Then, we went to dinner, and after I walked from Bentencho to Shinsaibashi for about an hour to meet a friend whose bar was celebrating its first year anniversary. I got home around 4:00am... And then today I rode my bicycle to join a capoeira Batizado. I mostly took pictures, but I did play a little bit. Where do I find all this energy is a mystery to me...
A day spent mountain jogging,
Mostly heavenly.
(56km If you don't want to read the account, you can also check this photo gallery)
Well, I did it. I have never felt so happy seeing the black sandbags at the end of the trail to Takarazuka as this time. Then again, it was the first time I did the All-Mountain Rokko trail in its entirety.
I left home around 5:30 to catch my train. The sky was a pre-sunrise deep blue without a single cloud, and the temperatures were cool. Somewhere around Nishinomiya or Ashiya the sun rose, illuminating the buildings with a golden hue. It was going to be a beautiful day. I arrived at JR Suma, changed to Hanshin and one station later, here I was, at Sumaurakouen station, the start of the trail. A few other hikers were there two, and after a quick snap, off I was.
On the first climb I met a couple of gentlemen who were doing the same course, but on two days, resting at the Maya lodge. I will include this in my Kansai Scene article as an option I think, although I wouldn't want to stop overnight personally; it's as much a matter of ego (do it in one day, chump, you're under 40!), as a matter that after doing the worst part, legs will be sore the next day. But if I can still hike as much as them where I'm in my 60's, I'll be happy. Good on them to be still as genki.
The first hill was finished rather quickly, which led me to the second hill, which starts with a looooonnnngggg flight of stairs. Soon after I passed a hiker, took a shot from the top, and then arrived in the Suma alps, one of the most scenic place on course. Throughout the course, memories of my Trailwalker training with Yuriko, Akemi and Carsten flooded back in my mind. As nice as the alps are, they're nicer when shared with good friends.
When I was almost at the bottom of the hill, three trail runners gained on me. By their looks (flat stomachs) I deduced they were much quicker than I. We stayed together for a kilometer or two, and then lost them when we started climbing the next hill. By their pace, I would guess they finished the course in 8 or 9 hours. At the top of the hill, there is a nice Inari shrine, complete with fox deities and red torii gates. The Higashiyama Sanjurokumine race finishes at the Head Inari shrine, so passing one was special for me. After a few more snaps, off I was. The following few kilometers are all on asphalt in a Kobe suburb (or is it in Kobe city, I'm unsure). While a little less interesting, it does have one of the only convenient store on trail, and I picked two rice balls, two bottles of water and one box of almond chocolate, my favorite snack while outdoors.
And I needed the energy for the next mountain, Kikusui. It is the steepest climb, with some high steps and rocks to navigate. I passed an older lady who told me gambatte (hang in there), and I replied the same. It's amazing to see all the retirees on trail in Japan, where few young people enjoy the outdoors. I guess with fewer cars around, people stay fit longer. But still, my hat off to those genki golden-agers.
I finally reached the top, and in somewhat better shape than I expected. It was still tough, but with no one to complain to, I focused on the job at hand. I ate some food at the top, gave my legs a little break, and off I was again. After the downhill, where I passed another man attempting the whole trail, and a suspension bridge across a road, it was time for another long climb, to Futatabi. I felt pretty good climbing, even I was starting to feel a little tired. Soyjoy bars and energy drinks gave me a boost, and I reached the top not long after.
That part of the trail reminded me of Chris Lynch, with whom I had hiked this part of the trail when he crossed the Japan archipelago on foot a few years ago. Not far after the summit there is a temple with a statue of Kobo Daishi, the famous monk who hiked all over Japan, creating multiple pilgrimage routes that are still popular nowadays. I got some water at a machine nearby, ate a Soyjoy bar, and off I was on the last major, and I do mean major, climb of the trail.
The climb to Mt. Maya is long and at times arduous. What makes it even demoralizing are the number of descents along the way. Of course going down feels good on the legs, giving the climbing muscle a break. But every time you go down, it means you have to go up again. But in general, my progress was pretty good, with only one of two crazy runners passing me. I was quite elated when I reached the top, even more so when I looked at the time, 12:30! As an objective I wanted to be there by 14:00 to make sure I'd be doing most of the remaining course in daylight (I had a flashlight just in case). To see the time really gave me a confidence boost. I took the time to eat my last rice ball, some choco almonds and a cola jelly (what? no caffeine?).
After this feeding, off on trail I was again. The trail to the peak of Mt. Rokko is not so difficult. It goes mostly up, but usually it isn't very steep. On top of that, there are many distracting sights, like golf course, hotels, day trippers, mouton restaurants and more, as well as a small convenient store where beer tempted me, but a tangerine ice bar made it's way to my stomach. I finally reached the peak, took some pictures, had a last Soyjoy, and back to trail I went.
By then, my feet were starting to hurt a fair bit. I tried tying my shoes with different levels of tightness, but nothing would do, I would just have to endure. Some of the climbs, short as they were, really took the breath out of me at times. Yet, I was surprised to be able to job on all gentle descents and flats. Having never run for so long, I was a little amazed at myself. At some point, a man came rushing in the opposite direction, and he was FAST! But he was even faster some time later when he came down behind me! I think I might have seen him earlier in the day, so I figure that he did the whole course, then decided he needed to run some more, so he backtracked! I doubt I'll ever be as energetic as he, but it gave a boost to try to push a little harder. Later, as I was taking some pictures of conifers, another trail runner passed me, although more slowly than the first.
As I don't remember the trail so well, numerous times I thought I was really near the end, yet other little uphills kept coming. My toes especially were bothering me, and progress was at times difficult. But finally I saw the black sandbags, indicating I was near the end of the mountain trail. I passed a group of hikers who were pretty surprised to see me jogging (shuffling would be more appropriate). I stopped by the nearby temple, gave thanks for keeping me safe, and off I was for the worst part of the trail, the descent on asphalt to Takarazuka station. The roads are often quite steep, and with my painful toes, I couldn't jog. It did hurt like hell. But the slope became gentler, and I jogged the last bit, feeling quite fresh even if I'd jogged and hiked over 55km already. I arrived at the station at 17:00, much to my delight. For a first time, I feel it's a decent time, even if that wasn't very important to me.
I got a beer at the department store, sadly my choice of microbrew ended up being a little disappointing. When I got home, I started the laundry and went for a dip at the local onsen. I mostly alternated between the hot and cold outdoor baths. After, I had dinner at a local izakaya, where I had some good salmon sashimi, some cold tofu and grilled chicken: the tsukune was excellent! Of course I washed it down with some beer; after all, I need some carbs too!
Surprisingly, I woke up Saturday with very little muscle ache. I guess I could have pushed harder. But as a benefit, it meant that after my photography class - where we did a bit of walking - I could go to a capoeira workshop. Then, we went to dinner, and after I walked from Bentencho to Shinsaibashi for about an hour to meet a friend whose bar was celebrating its first year anniversary. I got home around 4:00am... And then today I rode my bicycle to join a capoeira Batizado. I mostly took pictures, but I did play a little bit. Where do I find all this energy is a mystery to me...
2011/09/21
Jogging Haiku 28: Last Sweat
Dean's coach once told him:
"It's supposed to hurt like hell",
Rokko, here I come.
(7km, slow pace, with rain in the beginning)
I did my last jog before attempting the All-Rokko Mountain trail next Friday. I have the whole day (weekend actually), as the wife and kid are away, so the timing is perfect. I had planned to do it the following week, but with their trip, the timing was just too good. Also, a typhoon is passing these days and the conditions should be very similar to my run from Ashiya to Takarazuka. I decided to do it this year because Kansai Scene has given me the green light to do a piece on the trail (meaning I'll be carrying my D40 + 18-55mm).
The whole trail is about 56km, the longest I've ever attempted alone. I have done two Japan Oxfam Trailwalkers (100k) before, but in very friendly teams of 4. This time, it will be only me and the mountains, and I sort have a time limit, I'd like to finish it before sunset (although I will be carrying a headlamp in case it does take me longer).
I've been meaning to do the whole trail for a long time. During my first Trailwalker training, our team also completed it, but once at the top of Mt. Rokko, we had to take a different route down since one of our members had plans in the evening and it was faster for him to go another way. But in the end, we basically did the same distance.
This time I will do it alone, and I look forward to the challenge. I expect to hurt quite a bit on the day (more the following days, though!), but pain is an integral part of long distance running. Perhaps some of the mantras that will help me through it are the Dalai Lama's remark that "Pain is inevitable, but suffering isn't", and Dean Karnazes' junior high school track coach, Jack McTavish, saying "It's supposed to hurt like hell".
Well, bring it on!
"It's supposed to hurt like hell",
Rokko, here I come.
(7km, slow pace, with rain in the beginning)
I did my last jog before attempting the All-Rokko Mountain trail next Friday. I have the whole day (weekend actually), as the wife and kid are away, so the timing is perfect. I had planned to do it the following week, but with their trip, the timing was just too good. Also, a typhoon is passing these days and the conditions should be very similar to my run from Ashiya to Takarazuka. I decided to do it this year because Kansai Scene has given me the green light to do a piece on the trail (meaning I'll be carrying my D40 + 18-55mm).
The whole trail is about 56km, the longest I've ever attempted alone. I have done two Japan Oxfam Trailwalkers (100k) before, but in very friendly teams of 4. This time, it will be only me and the mountains, and I sort have a time limit, I'd like to finish it before sunset (although I will be carrying a headlamp in case it does take me longer).
I've been meaning to do the whole trail for a long time. During my first Trailwalker training, our team also completed it, but once at the top of Mt. Rokko, we had to take a different route down since one of our members had plans in the evening and it was faster for him to go another way. But in the end, we basically did the same distance.
This time I will do it alone, and I look forward to the challenge. I expect to hurt quite a bit on the day (more the following days, though!), but pain is an integral part of long distance running. Perhaps some of the mantras that will help me through it are the Dalai Lama's remark that "Pain is inevitable, but suffering isn't", and Dean Karnazes' junior high school track coach, Jack McTavish, saying "It's supposed to hurt like hell".
Well, bring it on!
2011/09/12
Jogging Haiku 27: Revenge
Humid moonlit night
Got the best of me today,
Shoutengai retreat.
(7km, slow first 2/3, average last 1/3)
In my last post I was commenting on the hot dry weather with joy, already looking forward to the fall temperatures. Well, here in Osaka summer isn't finished and today the humidity was back with a vengeance. I was planning to take my regular 13k course back home from w*rk but not long after the 4k mark I realized that my condition (i.e. dehydrated after a very wet house-warming party with the KFMH3) would not allow me to run the whole way. Perhaps I could have pushed harder, but instead decided to shorten my route, going to a train station in between.
Doing so, I took some roads I'd never been on before (no big discoveries) and ran the last kilometer and a half or so in the Tenmabashi shoutengai, the typical Japanese covered shopping arcades. As the pavement there had been warmed by the sun during the day and some shops' air-conditioning was spilling outdoor, the temperature there was much nice and I felt much better, so I increased the tempo a little. It was fun at times dodging passerbys, girls promoting their bars, cyclists and (some heavily) inebriated people.
Got the best of me today,
Shoutengai retreat.
(7km, slow first 2/3, average last 1/3)
In my last post I was commenting on the hot dry weather with joy, already looking forward to the fall temperatures. Well, here in Osaka summer isn't finished and today the humidity was back with a vengeance. I was planning to take my regular 13k course back home from w*rk but not long after the 4k mark I realized that my condition (i.e. dehydrated after a very wet house-warming party with the KFMH3) would not allow me to run the whole way. Perhaps I could have pushed harder, but instead decided to shorten my route, going to a train station in between.
Doing so, I took some roads I'd never been on before (no big discoveries) and ran the last kilometer and a half or so in the Tenmabashi shoutengai, the typical Japanese covered shopping arcades. As the pavement there had been warmed by the sun during the day and some shops' air-conditioning was spilling outdoor, the temperature there was much nice and I felt much better, so I increased the tempo a little. It was fun at times dodging passerbys, girls promoting their bars, cyclists and (some heavily) inebriated people.
2011/09/10
Jogging Haiku 26: Hot Hot Hot
Distant cumuli
Afternoon sun beating down,
Some days are hotter.
(6km, relatively slow pace, hot and dry)
As my legs were still a little sore from the big run last Wednesday, I knew I didn't want to run too much, but felt I did have to go out to loosen my muscle. And that's exactly what happened. At first my legs were pretty stiff and a slow pace but all but an option. But after two kilometers or so, they loosened up and it felt nice to jog at relatively slow pace.
It was quite hot in the middle of the day with no clouds above me, but since the came down a notch or four since the passing of the typhoon, it was far from unbearable. I'm actually looking forward to the start of the real fall!
Afternoon sun beating down,
Some days are hotter.
(6km, relatively slow pace, hot and dry)
As my legs were still a little sore from the big run last Wednesday, I knew I didn't want to run too much, but felt I did have to go out to loosen my muscle. And that's exactly what happened. At first my legs were pretty stiff and a slow pace but all but an option. But after two kilometers or so, they loosened up and it felt nice to jog at relatively slow pace.
It was quite hot in the middle of the day with no clouds above me, but since the came down a notch or four since the passing of the typhoon, it was far from unbearable. I'm actually looking forward to the start of the real fall!
2011/09/06
Jogging Haiku 25: Run to The Hills (addendum)
Mist of butterflies
Crossing overflowing streams,
Ah, back on true trail.
(24-25km according to trail markers in about 3:40)
This morning was my first outing on mountain trails in a long while, and I need to do it in preparation for the Kyoto Sanjurokumine Mountain race in December. I decided to run the trail between Ashiya and Takarazuka, passing by the top of Mt. Rokko. I hadn't been there in some time and the two major changes are the disappearance of the faucet on the trail going up (fail!) and the size of the streams; but this last one is temporary, owing to the typhoon that passed last weekend. It also made many of the paths softer, which was welcomed.
I had forgotten how nice it is to run on trails; critters left and right (I saw numerous insects including swarms of butterflies and a beetle; a mother boar and her two babies; many birds; lizards; and I heard things scurrying in the thicket), fresh air, beautiful vistas, nature's melodies, and so on. I wish I had more occasions to do so!
I'm pretty satisfied with the run. I did it in good time, considering the stage of my training, the technical course and my recent lack of mountain running. I was sort of hoping to finish it in 4 hours, and was happily surprised to see my final time. Either I overestimated the difficulty, or underestimated my condition; in either case, it's all good. What also surprised me was my condition afterwards. I definitely could have gone longer. And in a way I did since I rode my bicycle to and from my day job, adding another 24-5km to my day.
Here are some pictures from the day.
Crossing overflowing streams,
Ah, back on true trail.
(24-25km according to trail markers in about 3:40)
This morning was my first outing on mountain trails in a long while, and I need to do it in preparation for the Kyoto Sanjurokumine Mountain race in December. I decided to run the trail between Ashiya and Takarazuka, passing by the top of Mt. Rokko. I hadn't been there in some time and the two major changes are the disappearance of the faucet on the trail going up (fail!) and the size of the streams; but this last one is temporary, owing to the typhoon that passed last weekend. It also made many of the paths softer, which was welcomed.
I had forgotten how nice it is to run on trails; critters left and right (I saw numerous insects including swarms of butterflies and a beetle; a mother boar and her two babies; many birds; lizards; and I heard things scurrying in the thicket), fresh air, beautiful vistas, nature's melodies, and so on. I wish I had more occasions to do so!
I'm pretty satisfied with the run. I did it in good time, considering the stage of my training, the technical course and my recent lack of mountain running. I was sort of hoping to finish it in 4 hours, and was happily surprised to see my final time. Either I overestimated the difficulty, or underestimated my condition; in either case, it's all good. What also surprised me was my condition afterwards. I definitely could have gone longer. And in a way I did since I rode my bicycle to and from my day job, adding another 24-5km to my day.
Here are some pictures from the day.
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| Shot from the Ashiya Rock Garden |
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| Making my up to that summit 2/3 right |
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| High-flowing streams |
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| Top of Mt. Rokko |
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| Famous Curve 113, indicating the way to Takarazuka |
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| My favorite spot between Takarazuka and Rokko |
2011/09/05
Jogging Haiku 24: Rude Awakening, Pleasant Jog
Woken for some box
Puffy white clouds and cool temps,
Go out and run, dude!
(6km at an average speed)
Got woken up by a delivery service coming to bring my baby's training toothbrushes (his bottom teeth came recently). Looking out the window blue skies with small patches of clouds invited me to go out for a jog. As I'm planning a longish trail run tomorrow morning, I just wanted to get my legs moving so I did a short 6km outing, which will be the short course on my KFMH3 trail next Sunday. As I was jogging along a riverside, hundreds of crickets were jumping left and right, and it was rather fun.
Puffy white clouds and cool temps,
Go out and run, dude!
(6km at an average speed)
Got woken up by a delivery service coming to bring my baby's training toothbrushes (his bottom teeth came recently). Looking out the window blue skies with small patches of clouds invited me to go out for a jog. As I'm planning a longish trail run tomorrow morning, I just wanted to get my legs moving so I did a short 6km outing, which will be the short course on my KFMH3 trail next Sunday. As I was jogging along a riverside, hundreds of crickets were jumping left and right, and it was rather fun.
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