I guess I'm what you call a "middle of the pack" runner. I've written in the past about the elites in our sport. Now let me address the runners behind me.
Running in the middle gives me the opportunity to see both ends. Most races are out and back, like the Gasparilla 15k. Running down Bayshore Blvd. then turning around and heading back. The first runners you will see coming back your way are the gifted. They glide at an effortless pace or so it seems (I wouldn't know). They are totally focused on the rhythm of their bodies, but void smiles. There is no smiling when you are trying to win. Their goal is much different then the runners behind me.
Yes I said runners, if you commit yourself to train, give it all you have and never quit then you are a runner. I don't care what your pace may be. You can't put dedication on a watch.
I had the opportunity to witness this when I crossed the finish line last Saturday. I made my way down the race course to see other runners coming in. As the time on the clock grew higher the smiles got wider.
The runners in the back had a sense of accomplishment, all their hard work was paying off for them. I bet if you ask half of them a year ago, if they could run 9.3 miles they would have probably said "you mean in one day"
Finishing a 15k has as much meaning to them as it does to the ones who win. Because they have won.
They fought the demons and won. Someone at work may have told them they couldn't do it. why are they even trying. At times they may have felt like giving up, but they carried on.
You can almost see the stories from their expressions when they are getting close to the finish line.
I sometimes wonder if it took the gifted 6 or 8 hours to run a marathon would they go through the training to run such an event?
Our sport is not the most popular one in the world. We need runners with all talent levels because all runners have a story... A story being told on the roads and races through out the world. I would be willing to bet that the runners in the"back" have a more interesting story to tell then the ones out front.
I know we all have egos and we all want to win, but lets not forget without the "back of the packers" we may not have a race to go to.
I don't want you to think I'm bitter about the front runners. They run a race I'm not familiar with. I just want them to know that they are not the only ones on the road.
I think a lot of them know, I see them out there cheering for us when we come in and we thank you, it means a lot.
To the runners behind me, you are an inspiration and you are way ahead of those that didn't start. Your hard work does not go unnoticed, keep smiling and never be ashamed to call yourself a runner.
This Gu's for you.
(to non-runners Gu is a energy gel that you take during long runs)
Thats my view from the middle
See ya on the road, runron
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
Eat the Bear
Well my big races are done for the year and it's only February. For the past six months all I thought about was the marathon and Gasparilla. I feel a little lost without something to work for. I am planing on doing a lot of 5k's this spring, but there is no feeling like a big race.
Keeping my focus on speed work is the key to having a good 5k season. actually the 5k is more my type of race. I really don't have the body type for the long stuff, not many slow twitch muscles and my fast twitch muscles that I once had were last seen at a baseball game about 25 years ago. It all goes back to that gene thing.
I figure I have about a year left before runrandall starts coming in ahead of me, so I better enjoy it while it last.
Running is a funny thing, there are good runs like the kind I had Saturday. Then there is the other run. The one you don't want to do. From the start you say why I'm I doing this? Nothing feels right. Your form is out, you can't focus and every little pain finds a home in the center of your mind. You try to trick yourself into thinking it's getting better, but you know it's not.
So we keep on grinding searching for that run... The run we hope will last forever... The run that makes all the ones we hated worth it.... If you're a runner you know what I'm talking about... If you're not, try it and you will see what I mean.
Somedays you eat the bear and somedays the bear eats you. Thats life.
Check out my brother runrandall's blog, He's come a long way in a short time. I think he's lost something like 60lbs since Jan. 1st. A story like his needs to be shared.
See ya on the road, runron
Keeping my focus on speed work is the key to having a good 5k season. actually the 5k is more my type of race. I really don't have the body type for the long stuff, not many slow twitch muscles and my fast twitch muscles that I once had were last seen at a baseball game about 25 years ago. It all goes back to that gene thing.
I figure I have about a year left before runrandall starts coming in ahead of me, so I better enjoy it while it last.
Running is a funny thing, there are good runs like the kind I had Saturday. Then there is the other run. The one you don't want to do. From the start you say why I'm I doing this? Nothing feels right. Your form is out, you can't focus and every little pain finds a home in the center of your mind. You try to trick yourself into thinking it's getting better, but you know it's not.
So we keep on grinding searching for that run... The run we hope will last forever... The run that makes all the ones we hated worth it.... If you're a runner you know what I'm talking about... If you're not, try it and you will see what I mean.
Somedays you eat the bear and somedays the bear eats you. Thats life.
Check out my brother runrandall's blog, He's come a long way in a short time. I think he's lost something like 60lbs since Jan. 1st. A story like his needs to be shared.
See ya on the road, runron
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Where's Bill?
Gasparilla 15k 2007.... runrandall, runron, but no runbill... See post below for full story.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Memories Of Gasparilla Or Goodbye Bill
Marijuana and beer waft in the air, as I stepped over a passed out woman obviously drunk from a night of too much..well too much.
Oh sorry, wrong flashback... That was Van Halen 1982.
To say the morning was cold does not describe how it felt to this Florida boy. You could tell the contenders from the pretenders by their dress.
The runners wore shorts and tank tops. I was dressed in long running tights, a thermal winter gear shirt, gloves, and a knit cap to cover my "little ears". I think you know who the pretender was... I'm sure I saw a penguin walking south... The weather was not my friend, so I thought.... But after Saturday I'm going to "think a new" on that, but first let me back up to Friday night.
I went to pick-up my bib (#910) with my brother runrandall. We walked through the expo looking at the latest running gear and taking free samples of everything from collard greens to chocolate milk.
When a voice came over the loud speaker. Running legend Bill Rodgers will be at both 315 in 5 min.
Bill Rodgers is a 4 time winner of the Boston and New York City Marathon. To us ham & egger's Bill is the Babe Ruth of running. I mentioned to runrandell how I would like to have my picture taken with the greatest American runner of all time, but I didn't have a camera.
"No problem, my phone has a camera" runrandall said.
Perfect now I can have a photo to put on my blog.( Running legend Bill with runron).
Waiting in line for all the groupies to get out of the way, so I could spend my time with Bill. I noticed how friendly Mr. Rodgers was to complete strangers. He's not just signing and going to the next person... No, he is having deep and long conversations... And I do mean l-o-n-g conversations. You could tell his passion for the sport by the way he listen to what ever nonsense the wannabee runner was telling him.... Bill Rodgers is a class guy.
The time is here, it's me, runrandall, and Bill Rodgers. I pull out my bib for him to sign and ask if I could have a picture taken with him. "Sure" Bill said......
I looked at runrandall.... He looked at me..... I'm still looking at runrandall...
"My batteries are dead" runrandall said.
After a moment of awkward pause.... I said something to Bill about the cold weather and ask him if he was going to run in the race tomorrow? I really don't remember what all Mr. Rodgers said to me. I was too busy giving runrandall a cold icy stare as I fumbled my way through a conversation with a running superstar.
Bill said he was sorry about the picture, then he said... "Tomorrow, see me tomorrow we'll take it then." I shook his hand and walked away, telling runrandall "Ya right, like we'll see him tomorrow".
Back to Saturday, it's 7:00 am and I can't find runrandall. We are suppose to meet on the same corner as last year. After 15 min. of waiting around I decide to warm-up a little bit... then the famous nervous bladder hits.... So I go to the port-a-potty and wait.... Why is it that I always get behind the guy that takes all day to go?... What could he possibly be doing in there? Runners to my left and right are going in and out of the blue bathrooms while I wait for Elvis to exit his throne.
Finally I'm in and out with 15 min. before race time. I don't see runrandall, but I do see his wife. She said he was in the bathroom... Great, if he's behind one of those guys he'll never make the race.
Just when I was thinking that, here come runrandall.
"Guess who I just saw?" runrandall said. "Bill Rodgers"
ARGHHH! and he didn't have a camera....I did. Then his wife Kathy took a quick picture of me and runrandall with no Bill in sight.... Kathy kept the camera while we waited for the race to start.
On with the race.
The start reminded my of the Disney Marathon. We were in the back of the pack, this year the woman and men started at the same place. The same feeling of not being able to move made the first mile a obstacle course, a constant zig-zag wasting energy mile. Split time of first mile was 8:09 (not good, It felt more like two miles of running).
Something weird happened on my way... I started picking up pace.... I don't know if it was the weather or I'm getting better at this, but the next 8 miles I ran about an 7:35 pace.
I don't want to say it was a runners high.... But it felt like my feet did not touch the ground for 8 miles..... I kept looking at my watch thinking I'm out too fast.... I just could not slow down, it felt too good..... So I went with how ever long the feeling would last.
Throwing away all thoughts of crashing, I just ran.... You hear of runners being in the zone... I could not believe the ease of this race.... without getting too deep, it was like I was not there, my mind was running and I was just along for the ride.
If I could capture that feeling.... What a run... I'm finding words hard to describe what I felt.
The funny thing is after I crossed the finish line, I came down.... I had just ran the race of my life, beat my predicted time by almost 4 min. and I felt empty. Maybe that's the way drug addicts feel when they run out of their fix, I don't know?
The best thing about running is it's free and legal... and my drug of choice.
Now I'll bore you with my stats.
Out of 3590 runners I finished 541
Out of 345 men 40-44 I finished 81
With a time of 1:11:39 (I can live with that)
By the way running legend Bill Rodgers ran a 1:11:56 which means I passed him somewhere along the way.... If I'd only had a camera...
Splits
Mile 1- 8:09
Mile 2- 15.44 (7:35)
Mile 3- 23:23 (7:38)
Mile 4- 31:03 (7:40)
Mile 5- 38:46 (7:42)
Mile 6- 46:25 (7:42)
Mile 7- 54:08 (7:42)
Mile 8- 1:01:44 (7:36)
Mile 9- 1:09:20 (7:36)
.3- 1:11:39 (2:15)
Ipod tunes I heard on my way
City Of Blinding Lights-- U2
Hip Hop Hooray--- Naughty By Nature
You Get What You Give--- New Radicals
Starry Eyed Surprised--- Paul Oakenfold
Let's Go---- Trick Daddy
More Human then Human-- Rob Zombie
Explosive--- Bond
Little Less Conversation---- Elvis
Where The Streets Have No Names- U2 (best song ever written)
Badlands (live)--- Bruce Springsteen
Lose Yourself--- Eminem
Express Yourself-- NWA
Mission Impossible-- Moby
Round Up---- N.F.L. Films
Kung Foo Fighting--- Fatboy Slim
Battle Without Honer-- Kill Bill Soundtrack
Good Vibrations--- Marky Mark
See ya on the road, runron
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Prediction Timeeeee....
It is 7:30 pm on Tuesday night and I just saw the weather forecast for Saturday's race.
Most runners would be thrilled to hear that the temp. will be in the high 30's... I'm not one of those runners.
But then again I complained that the Disney Marathon was too hot... Why can't I find a race that is 65 and a little cloud cover? I will probably ramble about this topic on another post in the future. (like after a long run in July) Now on with the blog.
Last year, to be honest with you, I was just happy to finish. I thought I ran a respectable 1:32:50. Ego Ron laughed and laughed at that. After picking himself off the floor, he reminded me about the 70 year old man that passed me near the finish line... (ya but he was a young 70 year old guy)
Okay Ego Ron this is for you. Not only am I going to beat last years time.... I'm going to kick the door open. I will run the 15k in 1:14:59 and knock any old man (or woman) in my way down the cold roads of Bayshore Blvd. leaving them trembling in the wake of runron.
Now that Ego has been addressed, let common sense say this. A 1:14:59 is doable if everything goes as planed. Who can say what will happen. Beating last years time should not be a problem... Heck, I've ran a 10 mile training run faster then that time... But to run it in 1:14:59 will take a 8:02 pace. At this point in my running life, that pace for that distance is right on the edge for me. Go out too slow and I'm screwed.... Go out too fast and the 90 year olds will be passing me at the end.
If I can place in the top 100 of my age group it will be a good day... If I just cross the finish line it will be a great day. Isn't that what it is really all about? Finish the task at hand. Anything above that is a bonus.
Ya know some people say perception is reality... The perception of running 26.2 miles or even 9.3 miles is impossible to some... But the reality of it comes down to your mindset... Which got me to thinking the other day (usually that's when I get into trouble) A year ago my mind could not grasp a marathon, I was lucky to run 5 miles... 5 miles is a tempo run now.
So let me say this (I can't believe I going to write this) I'm thinking about ultra-marathon. 100 miles isn't that far, right?... Remember perception.
That's all I got... Can't never could and won't never will...
See ya on the road, runron
Most runners would be thrilled to hear that the temp. will be in the high 30's... I'm not one of those runners.
But then again I complained that the Disney Marathon was too hot... Why can't I find a race that is 65 and a little cloud cover? I will probably ramble about this topic on another post in the future. (like after a long run in July) Now on with the blog.
Last year, to be honest with you, I was just happy to finish. I thought I ran a respectable 1:32:50. Ego Ron laughed and laughed at that. After picking himself off the floor, he reminded me about the 70 year old man that passed me near the finish line... (ya but he was a young 70 year old guy)
Okay Ego Ron this is for you. Not only am I going to beat last years time.... I'm going to kick the door open. I will run the 15k in 1:14:59 and knock any old man (or woman) in my way down the cold roads of Bayshore Blvd. leaving them trembling in the wake of runron.
Now that Ego has been addressed, let common sense say this. A 1:14:59 is doable if everything goes as planed. Who can say what will happen. Beating last years time should not be a problem... Heck, I've ran a 10 mile training run faster then that time... But to run it in 1:14:59 will take a 8:02 pace. At this point in my running life, that pace for that distance is right on the edge for me. Go out too slow and I'm screwed.... Go out too fast and the 90 year olds will be passing me at the end.
If I can place in the top 100 of my age group it will be a good day... If I just cross the finish line it will be a great day. Isn't that what it is really all about? Finish the task at hand. Anything above that is a bonus.
Ya know some people say perception is reality... The perception of running 26.2 miles or even 9.3 miles is impossible to some... But the reality of it comes down to your mindset... Which got me to thinking the other day (usually that's when I get into trouble) A year ago my mind could not grasp a marathon, I was lucky to run 5 miles... 5 miles is a tempo run now.
So let me say this (I can't believe I going to write this) I'm thinking about ultra-marathon. 100 miles isn't that far, right?... Remember perception.
That's all I got... Can't never could and won't never will...
See ya on the road, runron
Sunday, February 11, 2007
What A Year
This Saturday will mark a year of competitive racing... well not competitive, but a year of lining up with a number on my chest.
Somethings that I have learned along the way.
Five miles used to be a long run...Now I can run 26.2 miles without losing my breath.
I have willed myself to do things that I thought were impossible. I'm am forever battling the Ego Ron.
Ego is a dangerous drug. Taken in small dosages it can heal your insecurities as a runner, writer, or whatever your passion might be.
If you grab a handful and wash it down with a glass of self-importance, the overdose will leave you on the trash heap of wasted ability crying for your mommy.
Other things I have learned on my ride.
Shave around your nipples or the most painful thing about a long run is the hair being riped from your bird chest when you yank the tape off.
There are no easy runs...until you put it down in your log book and say "Wow".
You can take a day and eat everything in sight... Then go back and eat some more... And not gain a pound.
Other runners go out of their way to be helpful and are always cheering for you even thou you are not as gifted as they are.
I look ridicules in my photos when I cross the finish line.
Injuries are part of the sport... shut-up and deal with them.
I guess the most important thing I have learned, is not to take running so seriously. Nobody cares if you run a 6 min. mile or a 15 min. mile. My running will not change the world, nether will this blog. Yes I do love to run, and I do love to... (check that) I do like to... (no wait) I tolerate writing blogs, because I feel doing both things make me a better person.
The above were thoughts I had this morning while running a practice 15k (9.3 miles).
The run was a time of reflection and giving thanks for this wonderful journey I've been on over the past year.
I look forward to the coming year. My hope is that I can have a few P.R.'S and learn more about things that I have only scratched on the surface.
If you can put up with bad grammar and boring tells of the road, maybe this blog will be entertaining as well.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Life would be simple if we could wrap problems up in a 30 min. sitcom or 24 hours (like Jack Bauer). Who ever said "Life is not fair" needs to look around because it can always get worse.
See ya on the road, runron....
One more thing to my thousand of readers. I've been playing around with this blog thing. I don't know if I like the spinning pictures on the top of the page. It might look a little out of place.
I do like the countdown to races (thanks Jason)
I also have a visit counter, so I'll no if anybody reads this dribble.
Somethings that I have learned along the way.
Five miles used to be a long run...Now I can run 26.2 miles without losing my breath.
I have willed myself to do things that I thought were impossible. I'm am forever battling the Ego Ron.
Ego is a dangerous drug. Taken in small dosages it can heal your insecurities as a runner, writer, or whatever your passion might be.
If you grab a handful and wash it down with a glass of self-importance, the overdose will leave you on the trash heap of wasted ability crying for your mommy.
Other things I have learned on my ride.
Shave around your nipples or the most painful thing about a long run is the hair being riped from your bird chest when you yank the tape off.
There are no easy runs...until you put it down in your log book and say "Wow".
You can take a day and eat everything in sight... Then go back and eat some more... And not gain a pound.
Other runners go out of their way to be helpful and are always cheering for you even thou you are not as gifted as they are.
I look ridicules in my photos when I cross the finish line.
Injuries are part of the sport... shut-up and deal with them.
I guess the most important thing I have learned, is not to take running so seriously. Nobody cares if you run a 6 min. mile or a 15 min. mile. My running will not change the world, nether will this blog. Yes I do love to run, and I do love to... (check that) I do like to... (no wait) I tolerate writing blogs, because I feel doing both things make me a better person.
The above were thoughts I had this morning while running a practice 15k (9.3 miles).
The run was a time of reflection and giving thanks for this wonderful journey I've been on over the past year.
I look forward to the coming year. My hope is that I can have a few P.R.'S and learn more about things that I have only scratched on the surface.
If you can put up with bad grammar and boring tells of the road, maybe this blog will be entertaining as well.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Life would be simple if we could wrap problems up in a 30 min. sitcom or 24 hours (like Jack Bauer). Who ever said "Life is not fair" needs to look around because it can always get worse.
See ya on the road, runron....
One more thing to my thousand of readers. I've been playing around with this blog thing. I don't know if I like the spinning pictures on the top of the page. It might look a little out of place.
I do like the countdown to races (thanks Jason)
I also have a visit counter, so I'll no if anybody reads this dribble.
Thursday, February 8, 2007
She's not going to pull-out in front of me, is she?
Let me get something off my chest.... The other day and it really don't matter what day it is. Because this happens all the time!.... I'm driving minding my own business, when a dark blue Toyota with Texas plates refuses to stop at the red octagon sign. Now I've been to Texas and I've seen those type of signs out there. So this is not some Florida rule. Then the car... The one that was in such a hurry it had to pull-out in front of me... Decides to become the safest driver known to man.... We are not going the speed limit.... No, we are travailing 10 mph under the speed that our Florida Legislature has deemed a safe speed. The picket fences looked like telephone polls we were going so slow.
We come to a stop sign. And we wait... and wait... Let me make this perfectly clear...We are waiting for a car that is a good quarter mile down the road! What goes through peoples mind... If you pull-out in front of me when I'm almost even with you. Why do you wait for a vehicle that you can barely see down the road?
Well I know the reason. It took me a little while before I could Dale Earnheart my way around her... And yes I did say her.
Guess what was the first thing I saw....CELL PHONE.
I'm going to say something that my seem controversial, but hear me out.
It should be illegal for women to drive..... and talk on the cell phone. I started to leave it at drive, but I think that's a little harsh.
Think about this, it is a proven fact that women say around twenty thousand words a day.
Men say about seven thousand words a day.
It was late in the afternoon when this happened to me. My theory is that this woman only had about ten thousand words in that day. She could not help herself, she was on the clock. Forget about the huge bright red sports utility barreling down the highway. She had a number to dial.
I got this figured out...She slows down at the stop sign and thinks "Oh, I got to talk"... Whips out her phone at the same time yours truly approaches, looking at the phone and not me, gently rolls out in front of nothing.(that's what she saw) Then proceeds to have a nice leisurely conversation to fill up her quota of words for the day. That is the way I see it.
I know what the other sex is saying right now.
I bet you talk on the phone when you drive...Blah..blah.. blah.
Well I'm sorry Missy, but the rules don't apply to me and this is my blog. Start one of your own. And no I won't stop a ask for directions. And yes I do think the 3 Stooges are funny.
Any male stereotype you want to pin on me, I will wear it as a badge of honor.
See ya on the road, (without your cell phone) runron.
OK... OK.. I'm joking.. I don't think the law should just apply to women. It is a problem for both sexes. I was just having a little fun.
Truth be known if men had to give birth, our population would have ceased to exist long ago. And you are the smartest sex, so let us have our fun.
See ya on the road, (and I really mean no cell phone) runron.
We come to a stop sign. And we wait... and wait... Let me make this perfectly clear...We are waiting for a car that is a good quarter mile down the road! What goes through peoples mind... If you pull-out in front of me when I'm almost even with you. Why do you wait for a vehicle that you can barely see down the road?
Well I know the reason. It took me a little while before I could Dale Earnheart my way around her... And yes I did say her.
Guess what was the first thing I saw....CELL PHONE.
I'm going to say something that my seem controversial, but hear me out.
It should be illegal for women to drive..... and talk on the cell phone. I started to leave it at drive, but I think that's a little harsh.
Think about this, it is a proven fact that women say around twenty thousand words a day.
Men say about seven thousand words a day.
It was late in the afternoon when this happened to me. My theory is that this woman only had about ten thousand words in that day. She could not help herself, she was on the clock. Forget about the huge bright red sports utility barreling down the highway. She had a number to dial.
I got this figured out...She slows down at the stop sign and thinks "Oh, I got to talk"... Whips out her phone at the same time yours truly approaches, looking at the phone and not me, gently rolls out in front of nothing.(that's what she saw) Then proceeds to have a nice leisurely conversation to fill up her quota of words for the day. That is the way I see it.
I know what the other sex is saying right now.
I bet you talk on the phone when you drive...Blah..blah.. blah.
Well I'm sorry Missy, but the rules don't apply to me and this is my blog. Start one of your own. And no I won't stop a ask for directions. And yes I do think the 3 Stooges are funny.
Any male stereotype you want to pin on me, I will wear it as a badge of honor.
See ya on the road, (without your cell phone) runron.
OK... OK.. I'm joking.. I don't think the law should just apply to women. It is a problem for both sexes. I was just having a little fun.
Truth be known if men had to give birth, our population would have ceased to exist long ago. And you are the smartest sex, so let us have our fun.
See ya on the road, (and I really mean no cell phone) runron.
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Running with The Elites
I came across this video on youtube. What amazing athletes.There training runs are faster then my sprints, unbelievable.
If this don't make you want to run.... Then you're dead.
I hate to bore some people (unrunric) with videos of guys running. I just thought it was interesting.
Does anybody know the name of the 2nd song in the video? Slow song, but I like it.
runron.
If this don't make you want to run.... Then you're dead.
I hate to bore some people (unrunric) with videos of guys running. I just thought it was interesting.
Does anybody know the name of the 2nd song in the video? Slow song, but I like it.
runron.
Friday, February 2, 2007
I've found my style
"GET OFF THE COUCH!" A voice screamed in my head. "The good times are over." it continued. "What are you talking about?" was my reply.
I can't really say why I do what I do. All I know is that in the noon-time of my life, I wanted to prolong twilight as much as possible. The inner self has more to do with the outward shell then you think. Until one wraps themselves around the fact that no one gets out alive.
Who knows how long this blog-thing will last. It floats out there in imagery space on a road called "The Internet". The words you are reading will probably stand attention longer then any of us. I can't help but wonder what it would be like 200 years from now, when Al Gore day is celebrated: as the father of this medium. Some hot shot computer whiz finds a way to brake the code to all these blogs.The future world will be engulfed with nothing but dribble trying to understand why we used the letter "R" for the word "are". And "U" for you.
I'm not sure how long I will write, It maybe a phase I'm going through. I do know that as I start to age, the more challenges I want to accomplish. Running a marathon for instance. Then I kinda fell into writing. After putting in miles of training I needed a vehicle to express my emotion, and this blog became my transportation.
Looking back, maybe I should have started writing in anonymity, keeping it my little secret as the words float into eternity. Until some geek from planet creep-tor stumbles into my world of "runron1855". Who knows if anybody reads this slop, I do get comments from my brethren which is nice. (but you really need to get a life)
I think more people write blogs then read them. I also think that's a good thing. Which brings me to my point. If I can do this, anybody can. I challenge you to get yourself a blog. The best part is that it's free and very easy to do. Now you don't have to be as foolish as me and tell people about it. Just do it for you. Write about anything. let your words remain long after the creek has been crossed. You might just find out you like doing something you thought you hated. ("thinking")
A funny thing happened on the way to writing this post. Read the first paragraph, it has nothing to do with the rest of this post. I started out with the thought of telling you about how I got into running. I was going to delete the first part.
But I thought, you know how every great writer has their own style. I think I've found mine. "confusing".
Oh yes, I can see it now. English class at some high brow institution in the year 2112. The professor says, "Today class we are going to read from the ancient Blog of runron1855. Notice the certain confusing style of the writer. the genius of his work, is breath-taking. Going from one point, then a sharp turn to something else. It's almost like he had no clue of how to write. Brilliant".
Hey, a man can dream can't he?
So, here's what you do. go to any blog home page, sign up and get writing.
And I will C-U on the road. I hate that.
See ya on the road, runron
and maybe the Internet...................
I can't really say why I do what I do. All I know is that in the noon-time of my life, I wanted to prolong twilight as much as possible. The inner self has more to do with the outward shell then you think. Until one wraps themselves around the fact that no one gets out alive.
Who knows how long this blog-thing will last. It floats out there in imagery space on a road called "The Internet". The words you are reading will probably stand attention longer then any of us. I can't help but wonder what it would be like 200 years from now, when Al Gore day is celebrated: as the father of this medium. Some hot shot computer whiz finds a way to brake the code to all these blogs.The future world will be engulfed with nothing but dribble trying to understand why we used the letter "R" for the word "are". And "U" for you.
I'm not sure how long I will write, It maybe a phase I'm going through. I do know that as I start to age, the more challenges I want to accomplish. Running a marathon for instance. Then I kinda fell into writing. After putting in miles of training I needed a vehicle to express my emotion, and this blog became my transportation.
Looking back, maybe I should have started writing in anonymity, keeping it my little secret as the words float into eternity. Until some geek from planet creep-tor stumbles into my world of "runron1855". Who knows if anybody reads this slop, I do get comments from my brethren which is nice. (but you really need to get a life)
I think more people write blogs then read them. I also think that's a good thing. Which brings me to my point. If I can do this, anybody can. I challenge you to get yourself a blog. The best part is that it's free and very easy to do. Now you don't have to be as foolish as me and tell people about it. Just do it for you. Write about anything. let your words remain long after the creek has been crossed. You might just find out you like doing something you thought you hated. ("thinking")
A funny thing happened on the way to writing this post. Read the first paragraph, it has nothing to do with the rest of this post. I started out with the thought of telling you about how I got into running. I was going to delete the first part.
But I thought, you know how every great writer has their own style. I think I've found mine. "confusing".
Oh yes, I can see it now. English class at some high brow institution in the year 2112. The professor says, "Today class we are going to read from the ancient Blog of runron1855. Notice the certain confusing style of the writer. the genius of his work, is breath-taking. Going from one point, then a sharp turn to something else. It's almost like he had no clue of how to write. Brilliant".
Hey, a man can dream can't he?
So, here's what you do. go to any blog home page, sign up and get writing.
And I will C-U on the road. I hate that.
See ya on the road, runron
and maybe the Internet...................
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