Running.

I love it.

Running a very flexible act to either share with somebody, or completely solo.

Running is a very intimate act as well. I’ve learned so much about my body, what I give it, and what it gives to me…

Running clears the mind, yet permits all sorts of thoughts to re-fill it.

I have musical accompaniment when I run, it’s helpful – today I was trying to figure out whether a certain Stevie Wonder song was for faith, music, or a woman:

You And I – Stevie Wonder

Conclusion: It’s all three. Which makes the damn thing so lovely.

I also thought of Haruki Murakami and an interview on running. I thought about my first encounter with Murakami – The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle right out of high school (1999), and with every subsequent book penned by him solidified the beauty within melancholy and my continued fascination with infusing it in my daily thoughts (which is detrimental sometimes, only sometimes).

I finally thought about how horrible my post-run stretching and habits are, and forced myself to sit and press out tension in my calves, which is a trouble spot for me, and affect my long runs (Thanks to Juju for inviting on her long run and amenities from her running group).

I’m training for another marathon, and hopefully my training regimen will show better results:

1st year – SF Marathon 2007: 5:35

2nd year – SD Rock N Roll Marathon 2008: 4:35

3rd year – ??

Who wants to train with me?