The challenge
Every day I am in Yerevan, I run. From home, up the Cascade, around Victory Park, and back. Rain or shine. No music to push me, no app to gamify it. If the morning gets away from me I do it in the evening, but I do it.
I wanted a small piece of my life to be a thing I just do, the way one brushes teeth. Not a project, not content. The same hill, the same air, three hundred and sixty-five times, while the seasons change around it.
Two photographs a day
From the same two spots, in any weather. They are quiet places along the route — not dramatic, not Instagrammable. I want the slow change to do the work: the light, the leaves, the same bench in snow and then in shade.
Small acts
If the run is going to take an hour, it can carry a few small things with it. A handful of seeds for the birds at the second landing. A scratch behind the ears for the strays who have started to recognise me. A small bag for the bottles and wrappers along the path. None of it is heroic. It just makes the run feel like it belongs to the place, instead of passing through it.
No promotion
There is no social media for this site. No newsletter, no analytics, no growth plan. After the three hundred and sixty-fifth morning I will write one post on LinkedIn, link here, and stop.
Until then, this page is mostly for me.