Mensen ernst biography

So Many Olympic Exertions

Efficiency is a battle waged against time. The runner’s only enemy is time, and his only tactic against time is perpetual onward movement. The legendary nineteenth-century pedestrian, Mensen Ernst, who reportedly ran 5,000 miles from Constantinople to Calcutta (and back) offered: “To move is to live, to stand still is to die.” Faithful to his mantra, during a run from Cairo to Capetown, he propped himself against a palm tree, put a handkerchief over his eyes, and was found dead the next day.

A confession: I can’t stop watching videos of marathon runners expiring at the finish line. I can watch athletes expiring in other endurance events too—cross-country skiing, channel swims, the Tour de France—but their goggles and specialized gear obscure the face and body, providing a measure of privacy against the camera’s eye.

Runners don’t have this luxury. Their faces are open to the cameras and sadly imploring, even as their bodies pummel on. They seem to me the picture of productivity at maximum capacity.

So marathoners keep moving. We can’t imagine

Next Book: OCR Adventures

I don't read Norwegian and this book is definitely in Norwegian. I don't know how to say the most basic things like hello or beer. My smartphone does though, and with a $10 OCR app called TextGrabber, I was able to read Bredo's words with only a slight delay. Not only could I read them, I saved digitized text files that scanned Bredo's words on paper into digital Norwegian and then translated that Norwegian into English. In about 2 seconds. I read 20 pages of a Norwegian book in half an hour.

Of course, anyone reading this after 2020 will think I'm quaint. Oh, those were the days before flawless instant translation of everything. Language barrier? Were you born in the 20th century or what? I had to let out several audible woooowws and gasps of amazement as paper Norwegian transformed into digital English before my eyes and I emailed myself pages of Bredo's book. It wasn't perfect, I had to retake the photos pretty often, and even then, the translation made his English pretty harsh. But it worked.

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Mensen Ernst

Mensen Ernst (1795 – 22 January 1843) was born as Mons Monsen Øyri, in the summer of 1795 in the village of Fresvik along the Sognefjord, in the municipality of Vik in Sogn og Fjordane county, Norway. He was a road runner and ultramarathonist and one of the first sport professionals and employed as a courier. He made his living running, mainly through placing bets on himself being able to run a certain distance within a period of time.

Trips

He was reputed to have run about 2,500 kilometres (1,600 mi) from Paris to Moscow. It took him 14 days starting on 11 June 1832—averaging over 200 kilometres (120 mi) a day. On a later trip, from Istanbul to Calcutta and back again, lasting 59 days, he ran 140 kilometres (87 mi) per day. On his trips he took very little rest and never slept on a bed. When he did rest it was short naps, between ten and fifteen minutes at a time, and he took them standing or leaning against a tree with a handkerchief over his face.[1] His last trip started in Bad Muskau, and went through Jerusalem and

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