run thirty-six
October 15, 2006
Paul asks how I feel about running. The fact that it’s been a week since I last ran might be a clue. I feel no spiritual or physical need to run. I only run because I make myself, when I can. I do it because it seems a good way of being less fat. The only way I’ve managed to keep up with. Because I’m vaguely embarrassed that I spent all those years being paid to know something about runners, without ever running myself. Because I quite like running down Oxford Street or Shaftesbury Avenue when they’re full of shoppers and I’m doing something completely different. Because I don’t want to be unable to keep up with my son when he legs it round the park. Because it seems like a way to stave off mortality. And because it’s hard. It’s not fun. It’s boring. It’s often painful. And yet it seems worth doing. And that seems like a good combination. Today was a good example. I’m just pleased that I didn’t put it off for another day and I went and did it. It wasn’t remarkable in anyway, but I still went and I’m still pleased.
October 16, 2006 at 1:45 pm
Don’t know what to say about that without going all ‘John Grant’. But I liked reading it.