running together

I have to admit that I didn’t value that much running, let alone running together, but I have to say it: it’s great.

Great, but not for the reasons you might think.
Right now many people run, and what often happens is that they get a couple of experiences through running. One of them is that their brain is more relaxed because of the effect of the “drugs” released by their body because of running.

It’s quite common to want to repeat this experience because of this sensation. It’s much like a drug, and as many humans, we fall for it. We start repeating it because we love it, bla bla bla.
Instead of thinking “what can I do to achieve this status outside running?”

I’m digresisng

The second part is that people experience a growing distance, during running, between them and their problems. They feel afar, and thus they end up worry less.

Right now, running for us has a different effect. Since it’s a very relaxed run, we often talk, take it easy. We get to enjoy the autumn trees that are slowly changing their colors from a bright green to a luminescent yellow. We get to see the stars, or even animals running free in the nearby “forest”. 

It’s not running, it’s enjoying the world, and that’s the reason I love it. Enjoy the world with the person I love is one of the best things I could wish for.

the conspiration against you

There will come a time when a sequence of actions made by the people around you will look like they are conspiring against you. That you won’t get the right attention.

You’re just unlucky. That’s it. No other reason behind it, no one is going against your tide, even if it seems, even if it might seem so.

How many times you felt like what you were trying to communicate didn’t get across the other person? 

They always got it wrong.
Now you’re the one getting it wrong. You’re the one reading between the lines where there’s no story to be told.

From time to time the world will set up a trap for your mind.
Fall for it, and you’ll be in despair.
Survive, and your toolkit will be greater than before.

planning a trip

We’re planning our DIY honeymoon in chile and what blocked me the most are distances. Chile is soo damn big that it’s hard to plan a trip in that country.

Planning for arrival and departures given that a bus can incur in any kind of issue, problem whatsoever. 

It was way easier planning a trip in japan than chile, there the times are much more clean and defined and it’s easy to decide. 
The strange thing was that this whole planning thing was quite stressful. It kept hanging in my mind for a while. I kept thinking and getting back about it.

Now we have mostly finalized it but I miss the fact that many places are missing.

Maybe we’ll see them in the future, maybe not, who knows. But in the end I arrived to the conclusion that I shall do a more “free” trip. No booked hotels, no booked buses. 
Only the departure and return date.
What’s in the middle will be the story to tell.

the cleanest way to hide

Yesterday I put a collegue under a bit more pressure mostly because I needed her to realize the value of everyone in the team.

I talked first with her, then with other people to shed some light onto this issue. Then at the end of the day I noticed that she was keeping some distance when talking.

I’m not the smartest in the room, but my empathy works really well.
I knew she was a little upset, and although I didn’t put her under bad light, I knew she needed to understand the reasoning to not make confusions on why I did this.

So the next day I explained to her my reasoning and what was causing the issue. I already told her the problems, but I wanted to clear up what was the goal and why it was important.

She told me she didn’t have any issue and she was fine even yesterday.
But I’m sure she was not.
And here’s the thing: We have been accustomed to hiding rage or let rage explode.
Confrontation, trying to discuss a difficult topic, is another thing.
It takes courage, it’s the long road. Confrontation is not easy, and it’s hard for both parties, but in the end it’s the best way.

I’m sure she was upset about something, but she didn’t told me. I’m sure my behaviour was not 100% but I didn’t get any information about it.
This way there’s no possibility for me to correct, and here it lies the main issue with “keeping it for yourself”.
Talking about problems might be difficult and requires lot of self control to avoid abusing and being abused by the rage, but in the end it allows all the people to grow, if they want to.

Not telling it intestead it’s one of the easiest way to hide and run from the battle.

learning to run

These days we’re testing out C25K, a method to learn how to run 5km without stopping.

I’m not a runner, but I have to admit that each time I tried, I failed ūüėÄ
I have the right muscles but I break easily. Probably because my joints don’t keep up with muscles.

That said, this method has a very progressive curve that allow me and my gf to try it without any big issue. It’s fantastic. Which leads me to the point: learning is a step by step process.
Each time you shortcut, you’ll break something.

september 2017 monthly recap

September was a suuuper-lazy month yet I’ve wrote something ūüėÄ

why it was lazy? I think it was mostly because I always tried to wrote when going to bed and I often was exhausted.

In this month I’ve also started a new bodyweight program which I hope it’ll give me some nice improvements in the long run.

That said, here are some of my faves


quality over quantity

It’s such a common title that it’s almost abused. Quality over quantity means to focus on the form. And it through a new course about bodyweight workout that I rediscovered this.

The attention over quality made me wonder if all the work I did was worth the trouble. Well, it was. I do things unimaginable for me years ago, but yet I feel like I needed this change in pace.

The hard thing about working on quality is to resist the tendency to fall back onto quantity. Accept the limit.

Because quantity often means pushing the limits, while quality means reaching the boundaries of our maximum limit.
Two different strategies that can make a difference in both cases and that are tooootally different when compared.

Talking about limits I remember one day a chat with a girl about writing.
At that time I was solely focused on writing when inspired. If I wasn’t in the mood then I wouldn’t write. 
We talked about it and she disagreed. Reason was that for her my behaviour was like a painter pretending to not have limits. To have an infinite amout of paper to draw on.
Restrictions on the other side, she told me, allow you to focus your creativity and work onto filling the missing pieces.

Quality, over quantity.

blocking the obvious

I recently setup a blocker on my mac to limit the usage of social websites and guess what? I found myself using them more than expected. Too many minutes, too much time.

It’s sad that in today’s world solutions like this are needed, but it’s also refreshing to know they’re here.

In a perfect world this kind of addiction would be stopped way before it starts, but we’re all different, and I have to admit that I’ve got my limits too.
This is part of my way to get over with my abuse of social media and similar websites.

Now I limit myself to an extreme of 20 minutes per day. It’s a small time? Yes, but it’s worth noting that life happens outside of those places.
I prefer being 23/7 on my real life than 2/7 on it.

what I like about travel

I like being able to know a different culture, discover what they share in common and what they do not.

I like eating new foods, taking time to explore a city, to “feel” their daily workflow.

I like that travel allows you to take time off, from worries, plans, whatever.

I like that you meet people, share a part of the journey with them, and then part ways.

I like that I always learn and come back with a story to tell, a story to remember and a story that sometime is scary too.

kids don’t care

I was at the hospital when a indian child waived her hands towards another kid passing by.

Right next to me there was this family of women and daughters, all waiting for their turn at the hospital. We were all  the same waiting room. 

After the child waived her hands they continued to talk in indian and then, after some minutes, the teenager girl come to me to ask for help about an issue with the smartphone of her mother.

She told me this in a perfect italian, with a beautiful accent from florence.

To my knowledge she was 100% italian by the way she spoke. 
Seeing this, listening to people from other cultures speak and integrate into our land gives me hope.

Because it’ll take time to bury all the hatred, to hide all the fear of diversity. To finally destroy racism in all forms.

It’ll take time to become like the small indian girl waiving her hand. 
Children don’t care for race. They waive, they greet, they laugh together.

Audults? Not the same way. We fear diversity, we don’t embrace it.

I suppose it’ll take time to allow all these different cultures to belong to italy, or even tuscany.
We’ll need one or two generations more to consider them italians. 
In 100 years the teenager that speak with a tuscan accent will grow her children, and all the family will then speak italian with a tuscan accent.

Then we’ll have a family, with a bloodline that comes from indian, but that, at least for some of us, will be eventually considered 100% italian and maybe at that time we, the adults, will start waiving our hands again, towards different races, without worrying.