Running In Place

Just running.

You see, it’s hard.  When you’re not running it’s hard to muster the energy to write much about anything other than not running - and that’s it’s own kind of hard.  When you run, you write about running, and it’s got a purity to it - even when you bring all your angst and insecurity and self-critcism into it.  It’s about someTHING.  When you write about not running, it’s a vacuum - the angst, insecurity, etc., are still there but there is also the absense of the THING.  So, you know, my blog about running tends to lose its punch when I’m not running.  Shit, I lose my punch when I’m not running.  Thank heavens that’s all done with.

Here’s what’s real: I started marathon training with this dude.  If I think about it, really contemplate where this training plan is supposed to take me, I get a little freaked out.  Do I believe I can do it?  Yeah, I’d say so.  Though I know, intimately, how easy it is for my body to go awry, even when I think I’m doing everything right - but I can’t waste time anticipating the worst.  All I can think about now is crossing that finish line to have David pass me an ice cold beer (assuming Dietrich executes my wake-up call properly).

Part of my marathon training goal is to learn how to talk about running again.  Now that I can run, I don’t need to spend my time crafting some depressing, or by turn uplifting, post about not running.  I’ll just tell you about my run.  And I’ll tell me about my run, because I suppose - for better or worse - I’ll want to know, I’ll want to remember my first time.

…..to be continued.