Long walks can be frameworks. Long walks contain rhythm and monotony. Using this framework, this monotony, I looked to amplify a few specific good habits, and nullify bad ones.
For me, this is akin to my running. Rhythm, monotony, duration, endurance, meditation, thinking. Solid read, here from Craig Mod
Q: Do you have a song that you are particularly proud of?
A: I donâ€™t. I like some of them better than others. Every record has a few that prove themselves deeply reliable on the road, and over time those become the heart of your work, but you have to write them all to write the good ones.As a rule the simpler ones are better. (Emphasis mine).
Last night the kids and I ran in the â€œ1st Runâ€ 5k here in town. It was a great way for us to start off 2018, with both Nora and Jonah running the whole thing. Noraâ€™s goal was to literally RUN the whole race, without walking which she did. Jonah ran a fast 9:34 pace which helped him take first place in his age division.Â
I also acquired a cool little â€œscratch-offâ€ calendar for the year put out by Tracksmith in New England. Itâ€™s a â€œNo Days Offâ€ calendar where for each day of running you scratch out the day and beneath the ink is a word which will make up a complete story as the year goes by. Now, I donâ€™t plan on literally taking no days off from running as that is not how my body works, but Iâ€™m looking forward to scratching off the dates as this year rolls by.Â
This was created by a friend of mine who is a Landscape Architecture professor here in the College of Design. Basically he took the published data for the dates and times of the sunrise and sunset and created a chart. It shows the dates and times of the earliest SUNSET, after which the light lasts a little bit longer each evening. Also on the chart is the time of the latest SUNRISE, afterwhich the sunrise will begin rising a little bit earlier as the planet makes its way around the sun. Great graphic of this phenomenon, in my opinion. 🙂
Of course there are experiences of landscape that will always resist articulation, and of which words offer only a remote echoâ€”or to which silence is by far the best response. Nature does not name itself. Granite does not self-identify as igneous. Light has no grammar. Language is always late for its subject. Sometimes on the top of a mountain I just say, â€œWow.â€
Robert Macfarlane lives in Cambridge and is author of The Wild Places and The Old Ways. The text that appears here is adapted from his book Landmarks, forthcoming from Trafalgar in June.