October 18, 2006
I am not someone who is particularly fast or talented as a runner. I can't talk much about split times, the newest nutritional theories for runners, how to train for a 5K, or what it feels like to win my age group. But here is what I do know, and maybe this relates to you too; I LOVE running. Give me a slow, plodding, painful run. Give me a zippy, light on my feet, springy morning. Give me a downpour. Give me a beast of a hill. Give me a fartlek (I can't believe I just said that). But whatever you do, give me my run. I cannot pinpoint the exact moment when running transitioned from a jiggly, postpartum 'have to,' to an ' I can't wait to.' But it did. And something happened for me as an athlete, as a woman, as a mom, and as a writer...all at once.
So to understand me, and why I'm even on this website (I feel like Forrest Gump in the background photos of all the famous world events), first of all you have to understand why I run. Hmmm, that's the hardest-easiest question. It's just like asking you to describe why you love someone. You love someone because of all the precious moments you have spent together, because of all the ways they understand you, the subtle acts of kindness and grace they offer you, the ways they accept you good and bad, the way they offer you insight when you are stuck in a bad place, the way they keep you humble and make you feel great all at the same time, the way their presence is your insurance that you will never be numb...because you are at ease in their company, because they lead you to your truest self. Because you can't imagine not.
If running were a person, that paragraph would be my love letter. Running has taken me in, and continues to comfort, heal and challenge me in all kinds of magical ways. I am not a 'good runner' because I am me. I am a good 'me' because I am a runner.
So when we connect, however impersonal this medium might seem to me, there is nothing impersonal about anything when I relate it to running. Running is connected to my family, my spiritual life, my fitness, my friendships, my health, my sanity, my peace. I can clear my head and solve problems when I run. I can shake off my own dust. I can hurt one way to ease the pain in another. I can find a metaphor in anything when it comes to running. I can find beauty, or at least redemption, no matter what.
I hope to create a blog that feels like a journal, preferably one with a leather cover and a fountain pen. I want to create a place where we can talk about running, and its significance on every level.
I look forward to sharing the road with you.