Via Alastair’s blog, I rediscovered Dean Karnazes. He runs very long distances and completes challenges like running 50 marothons in fifty states in fiftey days, then running home. Dean’s blog and this interview are full of fantastic snippets of wisdom and inspriation.
People like Alastair, Ben and Dean make me want to move my bike riding up a notch. I’m even contemplating running!
* Washed leather and organic cotton canvas uppers
* Organic cotton linings
* PET laces (recycled plastic bottles, apparently)
* PET pedbeds
* Yes, that outsole used to be a car tire
* Vulcanized rubber sidewall, toecap, and heelcap
* 100% post consumer paper pulp foot forms
I’m going to have to add Ben Saunders‘ site to my feed reader. I had it bookmarked on my old laptop and it was one of the sites I checked weekly.
There are so many things just from the last few posts that I wanted to link to, or requote here.
“We are richer now, but more overworked, more deeply in thrall to the addictions of getting and spending. We have more possessions, and they tyrannise us. Each new mod con must be shopped for, maintained, insured, upgraded; each new thing must be stored, kept track of, kept secure, tidied; and the whole package is paid for in overwork, time-poverty, round-the-clock availability and round-the-clock insecurity.
We have more, and we have less. In such a world, freedom is both more precious and more elusive than ever. And one of the few surefire ways of liberating ourselves from the tyranny of the consumer society is to put ourselves beyond its reach.”
Instead of going for a ride this morning, I did some more digging. I finished digging over the second bed, made a brick pathway running between the two beds (using bricks we’ve found in the garden over the years), transfered some more rabbit-poo goodness into the beds and put the two wooden ends to the first bed.
Each of the two beds if 2.2m by 1.2m, so we’ve got about 5.25 sq m of growing space in these two beds. The old bed is 2.3 sm m and the small patch outside the back door is about 1.5 sq m. So that’s about 9 sq m of growing space in the back garden.
(I did make a quick trip to work and back this afternoon, for a massive 5 mile ride…)
We made a start on our veg patch today. We dug up turf from the side of the house, roughed up the “soil” underneath and then shovelled on the soil from where the rabbit pen used to be; seven years worth of rabbit poo and bark chips have made brilliant soil! We’ve returfed the old rabbit area with the grass we dug up.
We finished digging for one 1.2m by 3m bed today and I’m going to put in another tomorrow. There’s space for another two or three the same size if we need them. We’ve got a small area outside the back door we can use for herbs and salad leaves, plus the area we used this year for tomoatoes and sweetcorn. I’m going to build a wooden edge for the beds, using the wood from the small rabbit pen.
E was a brilliant help, finding worms to put in the beds to make the soil better. L took off her shoes and socks and wandered about in the dirt barefoot.
I’ll try to snap some photos tomorrow, but I’m also going to try and get out on the bike; I’m in danger of not hitting triple figures this month!
Edit: I just worked out that I’ve only done 43 miles so far this month. I’ll be doing another 18 over Monday and Tuesday next week, plus 5 on Saturday to get to West Park and back. That’s 66 miles, so I need to do 34 miles tomorrow at least.
Try to live simply. A simple lifestyle freely chosen is a source of strength. Do not be persuaded into buying what you do not need or cannot afford. Do you keep yourself informed about the effects your style of living is having on the global economy and environment?
I read Thoreau’s Walden a couple of months ago, after seeing it mentioned so much in a lot of the blogs I read. A lot of what he wrote on simplicity really chimed with me, and I keep being reminded of things he wrote when doing something completely unrelated.
there is something special about the ebb and flow of life that I’m happy to be a part of. Injury stokes the fires of passion. Challenge brings new understanding. Failure leads to future strength and resolve. All of these phrases describe how life itself is rarely centered. You rarely experience the “perfect moment” when everything comes together. Instead it’s a series of events that often swing wildly from one extreme to another. Or sometimes all you get is a gradual change until one morning you have to put your jacket on for that brisk fall commute. Center is not a destination. It’s something to wave to as it passes it by a few times a year and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
A guilty liberal finally snaps, swears off plastic, goes organic, becomes a bicycle nut, turns off his power, composts his poop and, while living in New York City, generally turns into a tree-hugging lunatic who tries to save the polar bears and the rest of the planet from environmental catastrophe while dragging his baby daughter and Prada-wearing, four seasons-loving wife along for the ride.