Run, Koper, run

(The title of this post alludes to the great book by Scott Jurek: "Eat and run" ). I never cared much about my eating habits. I like to eat, I have a sweet tooth and for me running was essentially something that allowed me to eat whatever I wanted without the consequences of inflating like a balloon . Still, over the years I accumulated a number of habits that I knew I should change, such as: eating exceeding amounts of chocolate, drinking sugary sports drinks after almost any run and getting hooked on (addicted to?) Red Bulls. What opened my eyes to a more general problem was when I stopped running in December last year. Day after day I was stepping on a scale with growing horror, as my weight was, slowly but steadily, going up. That was hardly a novelty. I'd see this phenomenon every time I stopped running for a bit, be it because of an injury, sickness or something else. However, this time there was an important difference: I was considering stopping running alt...

As you may have guessed from this blog, I'm a very "physical" person. Sport is very important to me and I was spending lots of time doing it for as long as I can remember. On the other hand I was never a very spiritual person. I guess my only brief encounters with the world of spirituality were yoga (that I've been doing on and off for some years) and modern dance (that I was practicing for many years before, sadly, stopping few years ago). However, again, my primary interest in both was physical and the spiritual aspects in both were rather thin. So if you asked me few years ago what I thought about meditation I would have probably deemed it pointless. Sitting cross legged for extended periods of time doing nothing? Well, that sounds like a huge waste of time, right? Obviously that's a very naive point of view. On the outside there may not be happening much during meditation but that's because all the "activity" happens on the inside, in the mind...

More than a year ago I locked myself out of my apartment ... given the title of this post you can guess what happened few days ago ;) Here's how it happened. In the evening I was coming back from the gym, deep in thoughts. Walking to the car I did the following sequence of moves: opened car's trunk with the remote, dropped car keys to my gym bag, dropped the gym bag in the trunk, closed the trunk, @#$@#$% Yes, as soon as I heard the sound of the trunk closing I knew I was in trouble. To my credit my reaction was just laughing out loud. What else was there to do? I took stock of the situation. I was sweaty (I was to take a shower back at home), in my shorts and t-shirt and all I had with me was a towel and my badge. I came back to the office, talked with security who told me they cannot help and suggested to call the insurance. I was about to do just that when I talked with my friend who suggested I must have a second car key somewhere. Which made me realize that indeed I ...