Every experiment means a novelty. Going out to run for the first time may become the most recalled novelty of your life, just as the first time you put some new shoes or an experience you will never want to try out again. The difference consists in the day you used those new shoes that rubbed and marked you, with a terrible pain or that evening you won with it. And as the shoes, walking doesn't come with an instruction book. You learn it, memorize it and then you don't forget it. After it, you dare to run, or someone else pushes you to do it. There's always a first time for everything, and in many cases without any technical manual. This is how it's born the guide you have in your hands, as a collection of experiences that Juan Carlos Arjona has selected so that the first going out with sneakers and sports clothing becomes a long-lasting memory. With mistakes that you can avoid, the advice you have to follow, the recommendations that you must not forget and tricks to memorize. Through these 30 chapters, it shows you the most useful tips and the basics that will let you grow as a runner. Juan Carlos Arjona knows and understands the athletics world and he lets you know those strong points you need to keep in mind, so that it doesn't turn into weak points, such as the wound due to a new pair of shoes. As a trainer that knows well his business, he will lead you through a guide without bindings, nor disappointments. It's only needed that you have a motive, an excuse to let everything aside for a moment and go out to run, as it was the first time. But with the 30 lessons learned. If that first time was meaningful, a special strength, that must be your footwear of each day, with which you face your daily obstacles. Running will make you feel good, it will fulfill your routine. But do not forget that the Running has no limits, and if some day you forget the motive, this guide, with its lines about hydration, stretching, planning, running techniques, and so many other stuff, will bolster again your steps, and you will be able to go back to live to the full the runner you have inside.
A blizzard was blowing wildly over the American prairies one winter day in the earlier part of the present century. Fresh, free and straight, it came from the realms of Jack Frost, and cold-bitterly cold-like the bergs on the Arctic seas, to which it had but recently said farewell. Snow, fine as dust and sharp as needles, was caught up bodily by the wind in great masses-here in snaky coils, there in whirling eddies, elsewhere in rolling clouds; but these had barely time to assume indefinite forms when they were furiously scattered and swept away as by the besom of destruction, while earth and sky commingled in a smother of whitey-grey. All the demons of the Far North seemed to have taken an outside passage on that blizzard, so tremendous was the roaring and shrieking, while the writhing of tormented snow-drifts suggested powerfully the madness of agony. Two white and ghostly pillars moved slowly but steadily through all this hurly-burly in a straight line. One of the pillars was short and broad; the other was tall and stately. Both were very solid-agreeably so, when contrasted with surrounding chaos. Suddenly the two pillars stopped-though the gale did not.
Paul stopped in a little open space, and looked around all the circle of the forest. Everywhere it was the same-just the curving wall of red and brown, and beyond, the blue sky, flecked with tiny clouds of white. The wilderness was full of beauty, charged with the glory of peace and silence, and there was naught to indicate that man had ever come. The leaves rippled a little in the gentle west wind, and the crisping grass bowed before it; but Paul saw no living being, save himself, in the vast, empty world.
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