Den Kick der Beschleunigung aus den eigenen Muskeln kann Dir kein Kickdown eines noch so schnellen Autos bescheren - Erfahrung aus knapp zehntausend Kilometern pro Jahr.
- 01:395.05 mi3.1 mph200 ft175 ft
Today I walk south, it's a bit like vacation, because it used to be said that when you go on vacation you go south, unless you go to the North Sea, then you go north. (Amazingly, people also drove north consistently when it came to the Baltic Sea, something had gone wrong with the cardinal directions in the difficult construction of the earth; people are also extremely reluctant to talk about the West Pole or the East Pole (unless they are discussing) about politics), as if an omen was connected with it, either for oneself or for the whole world.) (That the cardinal points have lost their original orientation is also shown by the unfortunate fact that the East Frisian islands west of the North Frisian south-west, if you like it a little more pedantic, a presumably unstable state that is not likely to support the assumption of a longer-term commitment to the Earth Project.)
I am strolling through the country, the garden gnomes sitting behind bars (it finally seemed to be able to capture these figures who had run away from mythology) and small and large houses, which have sometimes come together for larger events, consists of nothing: field, forest, Meadow, sometimes a hill as a touching attempt to build a real mountain in the lowlands. Nothing, I imagine, must have been a kind of primordial physical state of the earth at the time of its construction with the wrong cardinal points. I climb such a mountain test, which is called Karolinenhöhe here, and when I get to the top I realize that it is not yet the Alps, but only the Alb that has been put down to the Swabians, miniature Alps as a replacement, which begin right after the Swabian sweeping week . The b is a soft p, and after the scandal with the cardinal points I note with satisfaction that at least geography and grammar are in harmony. The plateau of the Alb consists of fields, yellow and mowed at this time of year, and this sight is tempting to storm out into the yellow, Engelsfelde already in sight. The heaped silence of undisturbed nature is interrupted by the unsuccessful attempt of a dog owner to get his dog to the curb, and I turn around, still unnoticed by the dog and owner, because I am both afraid of untamed dogs that do not obey their owners, as well as against inappropriate owners who are unable to keep their dogs under control. (A day later, I run the roughly the same route and I meet other dogs with different owners, but who are caught up in the same frightening relationship difficulties.)So my little vacation adventure ends abruptly and I start the way home, which, up here, somewhere between my imagination of the Swabian Jura and the actuality of Karolinenhöhe, north and east, still maintain a secure relationship, leads me back to where the two hours before Vacation idea was born. My next vacation will take me into the blue, I plan, because colors are directionally neutral and therefore protected against misconduct.
August 4, 2020
So that the routine of daily tours does not shrink to boredom, I run away from boredom and across the Havel because I haven't been beyond the Havel for a long time. The bike legs used for hiking carry me up the river, what, if you move next to and not in the water, just as tiring as down the river. Before that, I strengthen myself with an excellent cappuccino, with the barista, as well as cyclists, philosophizing about cycling.
August 1, 2020
The summer weather would have elicited the following from me on a day like today if the broken shoulder had not prevented me from cycling:I would have been on the saddle twice as long, would have achieved five times the speed cut and, remembering the practical function of the set of three, would have gone fifty-eight kilometers. It was only a small photo tour on foot.
July 31, 2020