Monday, May 7, 2012
But when I ask her about “runner’s high,” she lights up. “Oh, it’s really like an empowerment. And zen at the same time. You feel strong and light, and you feel relaxed. ‘Wired To Run’: Runner’s High May Have Been Evolutionary Advantage : Shots - Health Blog : NPR
Sunday, April 15, 2012
10 miles!

10 miles!

Thursday, March 22, 2012
After-work run to GGB and back :)

After-work run to GGB and back :)

Friday, March 16, 2012
.L. Doctorow once said that ‘writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.’ You don’t have to see where you’re going, you don’t have to see your destination or everything you will pass along the way. You just have to see two or three feet ahead of you.

Anne Lamott

Pennyweight - Pennyweight - Step By Step

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

A bad run is better than no run.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

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Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Some day, if I have a gravestone and i’m able to pick out what’s carved on it, I’d like it to say this:

Haruki Murakami
1949-200**
Writer (and Runner)
At Least He Never Walked

What I Talk When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, p. 174
It’s precisely because of the pain, precisely because we want to overcome that pain, that we can get the feeling, through this process, of really being alive—or at least a partial sense of it. Your quality of experience is based not on standards such as time or ranking, but on finally awakening to an awareness of the fluidity within action itself. What I Talk When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, p. 171
For them, running sixty miles was an unknown experience, and each body part had its own excuse. I understood completely, but all I wanted them to do was be quiet and keep on running. What I Talk When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, p. 109
…for this was the first time I’d ever run more than a marathon. For me this was the Strait of Gibraltar, beyond which lay an unknown sea. What lay in wait beyond this, what unknown creatures were living there, I didn’t have a clue. In my own small way I felt the same fear that sailors of old must have felt. What I Talk When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, p. 107
But those of us hoping to have long careers as professional writers have to develop an autoimmune system of our own that can resist the dangerous (in some cases lethal) toxin that resides within. Do this, and we can more efficiently dispose of even stronger toxins. In other words, we can create even more powerful narratives to deal with these. But you need a great deal of energy to create an immune system and maintain it over a long period. You have to find that energy somewhere, and where else to find it but in our own basic physical being? What I Talk When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, p. 97
Most runners run not because they want to live longer, but because they want to live life to the fullest. If you’re going to while away the years, it’s far better to live them with clear goals and fully alive than in a fog, and I believe running helps you do that. Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that’s the essence of running, and a metaphor for life—and for me, for writing as well. What I Talk When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, p. 83

The funny thing is, no matter how much experience I have under my belt, no matter how old I get, it’s all just a repeat of what came before.

I think certain types of processes don’t allow for any variation. If you have to be part of that process, all you can do is transform—or perhaps distort—yourself through that persistent repetition, and make that process a part of your own personality.

What I Talk When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, p. 68
At around twenty-three miles I start to hate everything. Enough already!…As these thoughts flit through my mind I gradually start to get angry.
What I Talk When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, p. 65
I pass twenty-two miles. I’ve never run more than twenty-two miles, so this is terra incognita.
What I Talk When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, P. 64