Happy National Velvet Revolution Day
It is cold here in the former state of Russia. It’s also a National Holiday in the Czech Republic and a lot of shops are closed so I’m taking it easy in my bed. The apartment here does not have a shower which seems to be common in Prague. Don’t give a fuck. Baths are amazing even if they are designed for and by people the size of Lionel Messi. Hot bath after a long run is heaven.
The last time I was here it was almost 20C at night. Now we’re down to -5C.
I didn’t realize it was gonna be this cold. I’ve been a bit reluctant to get out the door for running as I don’t really have the equipment for the cold. Fortunately, it’s not windy or anything. Once I get moving I’m great. The brain is the hardest muscle to move at all. I need to get to Intersport across the street soon to buy a warmer coat.
Prague is a special place to run at night. Full of lights, cracked pavement and endless footpaths with grassy verges. Despite its reputation for being really noisy and violent with drunken tourists, that’s only true in certain areas at certain times.
Prague 3 like Prague 5 is full of really wide streets and is empty at night. It reminds me of Montmartre. It is full of sleazy bastards and the arty types who live in townhouses and eat baguettes in the street like it’s the only option for breakfast on the planet. It’s also full of angry pirate hookers and youths.
I’m glad I came here now. I’ve accepted that although I’d prefer not to be here, I am here and here is quite fucking nice. And lots of people would do anything to be here in my place so sometimes it’s important to just WAKE UP and relax.
I will run tonight. I only have 2 hours left to do so. My runs have been short and I’m trying to get as much out of them as possible in terms of spirit. I haven’t completely lost my mojo so it’s crucial to energize myself out there. Seeing new shit, breathing new shit and not being trapped in the old rhyming mantra of “why the fuck am I here and what on earth am I doing?!”
You are here. It is cheap here. Relax. Prague is the frozen cacoon you’ve dreamt of for some time. Your thoughts don’t serve you. They are a distraction bringing you down with bullshit you can’t change.
Update : I ran
5 miles. Fucking cold but eerily beautiful. There’s something energising about this place. I think it’s the ability to live so well for so little in somewhere that’s actually really pretty and not full of dumpsters of shit and trash everywhere.