A little over a month ago, I began running again for the first time in about 20 years. I thought initially that running was going to be just one of those things I routinely undertake, like eating, sleeping, or bathing. I’ll run, my thinking went, so that I can get exercise, just as I, as a child, ate my vitamins to grow big and strong (I’m neither, incidentally). I always had believed that some people actually find running quite gratifying, but I’d never imagined that I’d be one of those people. After all, the last time I ran with any regularity, I did so in response to the encouragement of my then-fiancée (now wife), but I can’t say I did so with much relish. (No reflection on my wife!)
These days, however, I’m finding running much more satisfying than I had before. Perhaps this is because I’m a wiser runner (which, given that I’m pretty foolish, means that I’ve probably moved from about 1 to 2 on a ten-point scale of foolishness). To begin, I have goals (about which I’ll write more in a subsequent post). I’m not running for the sake of running. In fact, I don’t even think I could do so. I’m also in this for the long haul. I’m not in any hurry to achieve my goals: rather, I’m treating them as physiological metrics. (Sorry, but I can’t avoid falling into geekspeak.)
So why have I started blogging about running? I tell myself that I’m doing so to provoke responses. Of course, that also suggests that I’ve deluded myself enough to believe that people will actually read my blog.
Truth is, I’m not sure I can simply blog about running. I tend to follow stray thoughts that arise in one context into other areas. So if the point of departure is running—even broadly speaking—the thoughts may well find a home on this blog.
Or maybe this is only my megalomania speaking!
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