Sick of war-adjacent content milling, so we are running again. Started in March. Very far, usually early in the morning.
I’m usually out the door at 5 a.m. producing anandamides in Pechersky district. I see more and more people passed out under bridges or sleeping on benches along the river. Yesterday there was a kid sleeping face first in a disfigured position on a pile of sandbags in an underpass near Vydubytske Lake (the one next to the sand pit guarded by loud, vicious dogs)1.
It’s the same this year: run, run, run, run.
Along the river early in the morning. For years we enjoyed wind sprints up and down the stairs to the Motherland Monument. But that’s no longer an option.
Running in the grass up and down the hills at the ranch is fun, but problematic in the spring because of the ticks. Rubbing ashes from burnt fruit trees on your legs is an unappealing solution, unless you are heading to the mighty Ros for a dip to cool down.
This year’s running shoes are the same as last year’s. I re-treaded Solomon’s Speedcross shoes for cross country. The Hoka Bondis are holding up, but prob will be replaced early in the summer with Mach 5s.
For people stuck in Kyiv, the Botanical Garden is a nice place to run. The only problem: lots of people, including runners, many of whom run in packs.