It
seems that everyone into running these days have some sort of a blog; the most
popular ones get their authors running gear freebies for churning out
abominably-written and biased shoe reviews and colorless race reports (there
are good ones, yes; sadly, not one of them is local), which got me thinking:
why not give it a go myself? While many of these bloggers I’m sure run faster
and longer than I can (at present), they're better off leaving their feet
tip-tapping on pavement, not fingers on the keyboard--and in the past week or
so, a curious experience at the death and burial of an in-law for some reason
goaded me to write about it (the urge was so strong; I felt it while in the
midst of that experience), and I was pleased with the effort well enough to see
that I had not lost it, that I just needed the urge to frigging communicate-
something that I had not felt since the days of absent wandering in college
(someday I will have to write about what I think drove the muse away). But
well, well, it looks like the she is back and I feel in my bones that we’re on
to something here.
Corporate
freebies? Not likely.
Nike,
Adidas, Saucony, Merrell, etc. will never ever, ever know that I exist. Nobody
will ever give me a pair of shoes to test and review. And anyway, I’m not sure
I’m qualified to do so. I am thus forever condemned to sporting goods
warehouses and factory outlets for my gear. Fine. Minimalism? I can run in my Aces
until its heel-to-toe drop becomes zero. I can run in my only pair of serious
running shorts (I do have two other pairs, but they’re not made for running and
absorb sweat, becoming too heavy for anything over ten kilometers) until my
balls bust through the liner, my Body Glide is a tub of petroleum jelly, and I’m
now on the lookout on where I can buy bungee cord in the inevitability that the
one holding the bottle in place on my hydration belt snaps.
But
we are on to something here. It is a
given that I will run until I no longer can. But now I find myself writing,
communicating--I find myself with something to say. Most of it will probably be,
in one way or another, related to running. Substance, however, is doubtful and
not to be sought for.
Strange
that it was a death that reawakened the urge.
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