This is the much delayed second part to my earlier post where I promised to give some tips on where to go running if you’re visiting Tokyo. Even thought it’s been several months since I was there, the runs have stayed with me as some of the most enjoyable I’ve done.
As I mentioned in my other post, even though I was only in Japan a short time, having a ‘regular’ running route can make you feel more at home and something like a local as you start to recognise smaller landmarks and fall into the daily rhythm of an area. Now I’m home I miss passing the policemen sitting behind desks in the Koban stations on my way down to the Sumida River, and seeing the dogs dressed up for their walks around Shinobazu Pond.
Going for a run while you’re on holiday in another city or country is a great thing to do. You can fool yourself, for a short time at least, that you’re a local. You can also get to things you might not otherwise be able to reach at walking pace and have experiences beyond those normally associated with the usual business of travel. Continue reading
Sleeping on the couch at midday.
I’m not afraid to admit it, I envy my my dog’s lifestyle. As I write this he’s flat out on his side, legs out, sleeping. It’s midday. The saying ‘It’s a dog’s life’ just isn’t true. Dogs’ lives are great. Continue reading
I did a 14 kilometer run this morning. This isn’t far for some, but it’s definitely at the upper end of my range. After I finished I was so excited about getting to breakfast, I forgot to do my stretches. Stupid mistake (although breakfast was great). Having sat still for the rest of the day next to my little dog (him sleeping, me being equally inactive) with my legs slowly stiffening, I’ve been reminded about the importance of stretching.
Let sleeping dogs lie
My dog sleeps an average of 20 hours a day. He’s not particularly old, or unhealthy. In fact he’s built like a little athlete and the vet once told me he has the heartbeat of a German Shepherd. I am constantly in awe of his ability and determination to sleep through constant patting, poking and prodding (by me) and loud movies and music (granted he does usually disappear upstairs whenever I play the piano). Continue reading