Apr 282014
 

I run. I run for a lot of reasons. I run because I needed something to do when I moved to Harrisburg back at the beginning of 2008. I run for health reasons both physical (e.g. blood sugar, weight maintenance) and mental (e.g. battling depression). I run because it helps me to manage my time. I run because it gives me a focus.  I run because it’s a fun hobby.  All of those reasons are great, but they aren’t the real reason why I run.  The real why reason I run is because I’m chasing a high.

I can remember it clearly (as one does when looking through a glass darkly): it was a summer morning in 1997. I was out for a PT (Physical Training) run with members of my company in Fort Drum, New York when I felt “IT.”  We were rolling along at a 7:00-minute-per mile pace.  I was upright, running with a full kick, and not feeling a single ache or pain.  I felt like I was only getting started, like I had just scratched the surface of my full potential, like I was just getting started.  I felt as if I had tapped into something primal and wanted to feel that way forever.  I felt alive.  Ever since then, I’ve been trying to get back to that place.  And that is why I run.

Apr 132014
 

The Daily Post has come to the rescue and helped with my writer’s block. Specifically, today’s challenge is talk about Obsession. So with that in mind, here’s one of mine: Whenever I eat chicken wings, I must stack the bones neatly. It’s as if I’m making a tiny poultry pyre in order to honor the fowl who gave their lives for my dining pleasure. If I don’t, I get noticeably uncomfortable. It’s one of the few times my Prussian Blood overcomes the Chaos Gene that I’ve inherited.

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