So I am a thinker...or an over thinker...or something like that. And lately, I am a runner too. Now, when I say runner, you may be envisioning a good looking athlete with those tiny shorts and a shelf full of trophies at home. You would be wrong, except for the good looking part. When I say runner, I mean a good looking amateur who picked up a pair running shoes last March for the first time in ten years and opts for the shorts with the longer inseams at the Nike store. That's me.
I have a few marathons under my belt, but no one is filming the documentary of my road to the Olympics. And I am not trying to hang on to some high school sports dream. There are no year book pictures of me running around the school track. I don't know if there are pictures of me in any sort of motion as a teenager actually. I had pink hair, smoked cigarettes, drank black coffee and scribbled angst filled poetry on my notebook. I hated black coffee, but I thought it made me look 'deep'. Told you I have a knack for over thinking.
Where am I going with this? Good question. Thinking and running, or as the blog is called, 'thoughts on the run', they go hand-in-hand with one another. When you spend four, five or six hours running alone, thinking is unavoidable. This is why marathons have the potential to turn your world upside down. One day, life is good. The next day, you finish a marathon and decide your life is an empty pit of despair. You shave your head, pack your bags and check yourself in to a convent. Oh, I have a propensity for exaggeration as well.
This is our destination, the blog intro and first post. If reading the random thoughts of a good looking, over analyzing amateur runner is something you can't resist (and really, who could?), keep reading. More of my thoughts on the run will be coming soon.

I like the way you think, and write. I'm looking forward to reading more.
Dan
Posted by: Dan | July 16, 2008 at 04:57 AM