Blog entries from nisto

nisto has a total of 5 entries.

  1. nisto
    So, after one lecture about swearing and before the next, halfway through my tour of Finnmark, I drove up to North Cape to run as far north as one possibly can in Europe. Image here. I managed 6 kilometres in 2-3 degrees C, with tail wind the first half (easy) and head wind and snow and uphill the second half (less easy). My plan was to do a half marathon, but that proved to be hubris. The...
    nisto, Jun 6, 2014
  2. nisto
    I stand with my hands on my hips and wait for green light. This traffic light irritates me, and it shows. Fair enough that vehicles and pedestrians can't use the same asphalt area at the same time, but why should cars have precedence so long that I get cold? And why should they have the crosswalk in a Y-junction, so that you first cross one street and then have to wait for ages to cross the...
    nisto, Sep 17, 2013
  3. nisto
    Alea iacta est. I have registered for a full marathon. I have paid. I have told my family. I have even told the world about it, why, I keep on telling as many people as possible about it, painting myself into a smaller and smaller corner. I will run. At least I'll try. No, I'll have to run. So I'll run. I have never even run a half marathon before. Well, except this one time I followed a...
    nisto, Jul 2, 2013
  4. nisto
    Barefoot running has always meant slow running for me, sometimes close to walking. 7 min/km, 8 min/km, trotting along, occcasionally stopping to wait for my running partner (shod, but slowly understanding that I might have a point in being barefoot) or to get pebbles from my soles. There is always a pebble, isn't there? Or I walk just to save my soles and enjoy my run longer. Some days ago,...
    nisto, May 21, 2012
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    So. This must be how mid-life crisis sets in. I mean, I have always been asthmatic, ever since I was 7 or 8, I've grown used to the wheezing and it didn't really bother me that much. Nothing a trip to the local hospital couldn't fix. (Stealing away from my girl-friend and our host in the middle of the night when we visited her in Venice, wheezing through old, narrow streets and over renovated...
    nisto, Apr 20, 2012