I can't sleep…
45 seconds of work-out inspiration. “Escape” with me to the west coast of British Columbia. Spectacular shots. (Courtesy share by DK, unpaid extension of the British Columbia tourist bureau.)
Source: GrindTV. Related Posts: Saturday Morning: Let’s Ride
Take a stroll through the most famous national parks in the U.S. and Canada. Song titled Sedna by Efterklang. Good Sunday morning.
64 Days of Learning from Sim Warren on Vimeo.
Late start. (LATE) Aspirational intentions at 5:23 a.m. not converted into action until late morning. Chopping through a mountain of Emails. Tumbling. Reading. Cat videos. (How many of these can I watch?) Find myself in workmanlike mode. Stress notched up a few clicks. And racing again – like mid-day on a workday treadmill at the office.
And then, I come across Terry’s post and Yellow lights are flashing…
I’m in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life’s no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I’m in a hurry and don’t know why
~Alabama, I’m in a hurry
Oddly enough, my immediate concern is not why I am in such a rush on a Saturday morning. But, synchronicity. Why is Country Music around every turn. (Now Country music, this is something to be concerned about. Then the mind goes back to HURRY. What’s the Rush?) Continue reading “Running. With Shirley MacLaine.”
For our Saturday morning work-out inspiration series, here’s two minutes of bike riding in the Selkirk Mountains above Revelstoke, British Columbia. (Yes, I’m encouraging an alternative reality. Childhood memories – 4 hours from my home town. It’s summer. Taking in clean mountain air.) Enjoy!
Kona House of the Big Wheel 3 from Kona Bikes on Vimeo.
Source: GrindTV
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“Like people or dogs, each day is unique and has its own personality quirks which can easily be seen if you look closely. But there are so few days as compared to people, not to mention dogs, that it would be surprising if a day were not a hundred times more interesting than most people. But usually they just pass, mostly unnoticed, unless they are wildly nice, like autumn ones full of red maple trees and hazy sunlight, or if they are grimly awful ones in a winter blizzard that kills the lost traveler and bunches of cattle. For some reason we like to see days pass, even though most of us claim we don’t want to reach our last one for a long time. We examine each day before us with barely a glance and say, no, this isn’t one I’ve been looking for, and wait in a bored sort of way for the next, when, we are convinced, our lives will start for real. Meanwhile, this day is going by perfectly well-adjusted, as some days are, with the right amounts of sunlight and shade, and a light breeze scented with a perfume made from the mixture of fallen apples, corn stubble, dry oak leaves, and the faint odor of last night’s meandering skunk.”
~ Tom Hennen
Tom Hennen, author of six books of poetry, was born and raised in rural Minnesota. After abandoning college, he married and began work as a letterpress and offset printer. He helped found the Minnesota Writer’s Publishing House, then worked for the Department of Natural Resources wildlife section, and later at the Sand Lake National Wildlife Refuge in South Dakota. Now retired, he lives in St. Paul, Minnesota.
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