Choose Strong
For Tim.
I recovered only slowly from the long run two weeks ago and last Wednesday
was the worst. I felt lack of energy and wanted to do nothing. Around this
time of the year, I used to fly back to stay with dad, meeting people, enjoying
the fall, and feasting on peanuts and grapes. Now that dad was no more and Covid
made travel hard, I never felt so lonely. I should have been thankful, for so many
things, but it was what it was. For a couple of hours, I thought I was depressed.
But finally, after what seemed to be an endless ordeal of fire and smog, a week
of clear blue sky, fresh air, and bright sunshine cheered everyone up. My
strength training and calf-stretching had gone well. Sunday, I ran up in a pair
of Z-Trek all the way to the top of MP and back down to the car. My endurance
game was still improving. It felt great.
After watching a few videos and with a jig saw, a circular saw, and a lot of
effort, I was able to cut an old tire recycled at a Walmart parking lot into two
stripes of steel-reinforced rubber, enough to make three pairs of huaraches.
This is going to be the answer to my running sandal problem. The material is
tough and enduring. Moreover, how cool it would be to run on rocky trails
in shoes hand-crafted by myself!
Last, a few Mike Tyson's recent interviews changed my impression of the guy. I
had always thought of him as a thug, a vilian, and a criminal who happened to be
good at boxing. But he seemed to have turned things around after retiring and
have a great story to tell. In one video, as Tyson was talking about his
childhood, Joe Rogan commented that children growing up in a high-stress
environment often have a tendency of violence.
I recognized it immediately in myself: a curse cast on me and indeed my family
even before the day I was born. Frustration in marriage and even run-ins with
management at work could be but symptoms. There are things I can do to improve
the present, and more importantly, to make sure that the buck stops here.
