April 14, 2013
Some of the Why
Why do I run, you ask?
Some reasons …
Because the gentle movement of a long, long effort feeds my soul.
Because sleep is a crutch.
Because of the thunderous quietude.
Because of the laughter of friends old and new.
Because if I go long enough, my place in the world always seems satisfying.
Because I get to take myself to places in my mind that I likely never would have gone otherwise.
Because I can.
Because I eat and drink whatever I want, and I weigh just 2 pounds more than I did when I graduated from college 30 years ago.
Because of the special experience that is generated by the sounds of a waking day.
Because of that silky sweet feeling at run’s end.
Because trail miles make special people even more special.
Because some days, moments on the run are the best ones of the day.
Because I've been doing this for 37 years, and it is still my favorite art form.
Because sometimes – to steal a favorite line from my eloquent pal Fred Dummar – I love kicking my own ass.
And because there have been times – a star-lit sky, a stunning sunrise, that moment just after I poke a hole in the attic of The Pain Cave – when I’m pretty sure that I see the face of God.