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“As long as possible, I would really like to complete one marathon per year. Though my time has been slowing down as I get older, it has become a very important part of my life.

One aspect that I have gained from running in the past 22 years that has most pleased me is that it has helped me develop respect about my own physical being.

I think to realize this is very important for all human beings.

To have such respect for your own body makes it possible to do the same for others. If more people on the earth shared this same feeling, there should be no terrorism or wars. Obviously, to our great disappointment, things are not that simple, that much I understand.

The most important qualities to be a fiction writer are probably imaginative ability, intelligence, and focus. But in order to maintain these qualities in a high and constant level, you must never neglect to keep up your physical strength.

Without a solid base of physical strength, you can’t accomplish anything very intricate or demanding. That’s my belief. If I did not keep running, I think my writing would be very different from what it is now.”

—Haruki Murakami in Runner’s World, 2005

I have joined the panting pantheon of EARLY MORNING PARK JOGGERS.

Today, we watched the NYC Marathon runners from the entrance of the Queensboro Plaza subway station. A perfect day for doing just this.

At long last, I got to see Mary Lattimore live. Her playing the harp is my favorite sound in the world.

Against all odds, I’ve started getting into running.

Turkey trot 5k, here we come!!!

Small candy (being passed off as regular-sized candy) makes me SAD

We could not have asked for a more beautiful day to explore the invasive edible flora of Hunter Island in The Bronx, guided by Marie Viljoen.

Upon entering the forest, you can still smell the barbecue and hear the stereo bass from picnickers in nearby Orchard Beach. But as soon as you approach the first fork in the trail, the usually whisper-soft scent of withering leaves turning back into earth becomes more pronounced than anything else here. All you are smelling and breathing in is tree-fresh oxygen, straight from the source. The more I inhaled, the better I felt.

The thick overstory kept the ground level cool on this 80-degree day.

To reach our picnic spot, we carefully stepped, Philippe Petit-style, across this causeway.

And then, we noshed. Marie’s forage picnic for us comprised the most incredible homemade delights:
- 8-minute eggs with umeboshi, pickled knotweed and pickled wisteria, with ramp leaf salt and field garlic mayo
- Nettle focaccia
- Berkeley’s polypore and hen of the woods pâté
- Mugwort-olive oil crackers
- Smoked trout, sumac, and sheep sorrel pâté
- Almond and spicebush hats with dark chocolate
- Cornelian cherry treats (this was my favorite!)

We sat and watched cormorants glide and dive in the high-tide.

Forever grateful to be able to do this together.

Quick trip to the New Britain Museum of Art