Posts Tagged ‘running’

Born to Run — a Great Read

Thursday, May 6th, 2010

BornToRun at 72 This is a great book! Don’t be put off by the notion that it is some kind of technical running book or aimed only at crazed running fanatics. It’s not.

Born to Run, by Christopher McDougall, has all the elements of a great story — colorful, larger-than-life characters, adventure, joy, heartbreak, courage, heroism, lurking danger, the wisdom of indigenous peoples, the warmth of rural Mexicans, the openness of Americans, all in an other-worldly landscape and wrapped in a quest worthy of any mythology. Nearly every chapter is a cliff-hanger.

And — it’s NON-FICTION!

The locale of much of the story — the inaccessible Copper Canyon region of Mexico’s Sierra Madre — is home to the Tarahumara people as well as Mestizo farmers. This is the region of the town of Norogachi — the little town where the exquisite jewelry of Julio Pagliani is made — by the same people who populate the great story in Born to Run.

Julio Joyas Bracelet iFan 496x700 From Born to Run: “The Barrancas are a lost world in the most remote wilderness in North America, a sort of a shorebound Bermuda Triangle known for swallowing misfits and desperadoes who stray inside. Lots of bad things can happen down there, and probably will; survive man-eating jaguars, deadly snakes, and blistering heat, and you’ve still got to deal with ‘canyon fever,’ a potentially fatal freak-out brought on by the Barrancas desolate eeriness. The deeper you penetrate into the Barrancas, the more it feels like a crypt sliding shut around you. The walls tighten, shadows spread, phantom echoes whisper; every route out seems to end in sheer rock. … Little surprise that few strangers have ever seen the Tarahumara homeland–let alone the Tarahumara.”

But into the Barrancas is where the good people of Julio Pagliani go in order to help the people of the Barrancas utilize their traditional beading techniques to create striking jewelry for the outside world and bring it out to support the traditional lifestyles of these remote peoples. This, too, is courageous in its own way — courage in support of social justice.

And, into the Barrancas go Christopher McDougall’s cast of thoroughly engaging characters.

I highly recommend Born to Run; and I highly recommend that you support the peoples of the Barrancas in their traditional arts. Enjoy their beautiful jewelry, designed by the folks at Julio Pagliani and rendered exquisitely by the peoples of the Barrancas using — and preserving — traditional skills. Learn more about Julio Pagliani here.

Max the Swimming Dog

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

yearbook-favolemaxOur dog Max has always been athletic. He’s a chocolate Lab soon to turn 10. His grandfathers were both field champions — one a Canadian National Field Champ, I’m told. So he’s got the genes.

We lived his first three years in the foothills of the Sierra. With 42 acres of rolling oak woodlands to roam, he never stopped running — not with fox, deer, mountain lions, coyotes, and who knows what other scents to follow — and lots of boys to run with. Max has always been a go-go guy, fast, sure and nearly tireless.

When he was 3, we moved to Hong Kong — a 35th floor flat in the Pacific View near Stanley — no yard and Max had his first walk on a leash. He adapted easily, but still the go-go guy, he wanted to be in the lead. Even in high rise living, he had intense exercise. We chose our flat for many reasons — but one was clearly what we christened “Max’s Cove”.

Our building was on a pebble beach cove of Po Toi Bay described by rocky cliffs and opening up to the South China Sea. Always up for chasing a tennis ball, Max swam out in the usually gentle surf nearly every day for 4 years (except when a typhoon made the surf too rough and the winds too high.) He became famous in our building — 40 floors of apartments facing the cove made for a lot of potential spectators. Often we’d be greeted on the street in front of our building: “oh look, it’s the swimming dog.”

When we was 7, we moved back to the US — Oakland, CA and we have a tiny yard with no place for Max to air it out. Of course, at almost 10, he doesn’t need to air it out like he used to. But this past February I began running with him — just short runs worked into his walks. He did fine so I began taking him on my regular run. Gently at first — every third day or so. He LOVED it. He learned the word “run” immediately. He’s all business when we run.

I’ve been running the same city course for a few years. It’s a bit shy of 3.5 miles with lots of hills. By March, with Max as my partner, we beat my previous personal best by 1 minute. Now we’ve cut another minute off. And he’s looking good, looking fit — it belies his years. But the silver gray chin gives him away.

Just like our high-rise audience watching the swimming, people love to watch a dog on a run. He’s even garnered spontaneous compliments on his gate — his front legs look like a trotter-style race horse. And I have to agree. He’s always been a handsome guy.

So, all’s well. Max is staying youthful and fit; he’s got work (which we all need); we have a great running partnership; I’m getting faster. Life’s good.

My recommendation: take your canine friend on your runs (break him in gently and care for hips, etc). There’s a good chance you’ll be very glad you did.

Later.

Hey Max, wanna go for a run?