It's been exactly a month, by sheer coincidence, since I've updated the blog. While I've been running from time to time, usually in the middle of the day, this is the first time I've been up in the wee hours to go, and I think in the end that I have to stick with this early morning procedure to really have ongoing running be feasible. There have, of course, been complications. My two year old in the hospital for a few days, and her recent odd sleep habits have been creating a very tired me in the morning, but that doesn't really add up to the the 30 days.
Just taking a step back there makes me think about the role of guilt in running. How universal is it as a motivator? For me, there is the substantial if somewhat grandiose sense that my genes want me to run to keep them around and potentially send them out into the world again, as well as to ensure the ongoing success of their externalized brethren (to whit: to take care of my daughter.) I wonder, too, if there is a more than coincidental connection between starting to run and write (which also seems a bit of an important part) and getting prescribed bifocals yesterday! Bifocals!
The final ethical conundrum of the day... when one gets chased by a loose chihuahua, what are the ethical dimensions. Where is the appropriate line of intervention? Chase them off? Yell? Drop kick?
OK, off to the showers.
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