As I shuffled down the road this morning,
breathing so hard I sounded like an obscene phone call, it occurred to me that
running has a lot in common with writing.
1.
I’d much rather stay in bed
where it’s warm than get up and do it.
2.
I look at how far there is to
go and feel certain I’ll never make it all the way to the end.
3.
Doing it is painful, but I want
to keep going because the virtuous glow of achievement I get afterwards
brightens my whole day.
4.
Doing it is painful – except for
those rare moments that make it all worthwhile, when I feel like I’m flying and
it’s so effortless I think I could go on forever. (In running, these are the
downhill bits. In writing it’s generally the last few scenes as you race to the
end of the book.)
5.
I know that if I persist I’ll
gradually improve, so that there’ll be more flying and less painful staggering.
At least I hope so!
At the moment my running prowess would
probably get me a part as a zombie extra in a movie. Anyone got any good
running tips for me? (Other than: don’t.)
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