Friday, March 19, 2010

Running to Stand Still

Temp 65
Wind SE 13mph
Clear

So this is the point where the shoemakers elves are supposed to pop out and write a witty, emotionally charged, post. This of course will cause you to throw roses at your monitor and shout for multiple encores which I will ever so politely and modestly decline before finally giving into pressure and acquiescing.

What is it about a blank page that is so intimidating? Why does looking at all this white space make me want to turn off the computer and cancel my internet service? At this point I'd rather invite Jason, Freddy Krueger and Chucky over to watch "The Thing".

So what am I running from anyway? Well, there's the million dollar question with a trillion dollar answer. I've become so good at running from things that I've considered becoming a professional runner. Close your eyes and imagine......wait....I'm still getting the hang of this blog thing. Open your eyes, read and imagine, me on the front of Runner's World. I'm holding the biggest trophy ever created bearing this diamond encrusted engraving "Reigning World Champion at Running from Everything." Jealous, aren't you? As you should be. Look at me with awe and respect because I'm one of the few to reach expert level at running from and to things simultaneously. I have recently been witnessed running from change so speedy quick that I caught up with it. Once while running from pride, I tripped and fell over vanity. Recently I got so far ahead of aging that while looking back over my shoulder to gloat, I ran into maturity. Even I was shocked by that one. I will stop listing my many accomplishments at this point for to continue showing my superiority in this area would just be cruel.

Hey, I don't know if you noticed, but while we were reading that article in Runner's World, this page filled up with words. And do you know what? The scary factor has greatly decreased. So much so that I might actually go join J, Fred and Chuck in the theater. But first I think I need to finish this last lap around the track. Because change is looking at me sideways again and you know what that means!

2 comments:

  1. I feel your fear! Keep running, but let me run along with you! I love your "chasing comets" theme. You had fun writing this, I can tell. :)

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