No Such Thing as the Same Run Twice
I find attempting to chronicle my running life in any regular manner is about like trying to chronicle life itself--time moves on, moments (and runs), when closely examined, do not repeat themselves, and the nature of time's passing makes closely examining any experience that's in the past akin to nostalgia (that is, pretty lifeless). I found a track! Here's how it goes: I do a run. I take a couple of what I think are interesting photos. I plan a fascinating blog post. I get home. I stretch, eat, shower--and along comes life. I get busy. A week goes by, and more than once during that week I do a run. I take a couple of what I think are interesting photos. I plan a fascinating blog post. I get home. I stretch, eat, shower, and--well, you know what comes next. When I try to set down the events of my running life, I am always working in the shadow of James Boswell. Little-known fact: I did my master's thesis on Boswell, way back in the day. I fell in love wi...