Writing Reality

  I Run That’s what I do. I run, not to run away but towards. I run with severe commitment, whether anyone is watching me or not—I imagine perhaps no one is watching. I run under-the-wire, with my own insignificance. Just a temporary grain of sand made of stardust and ash perhaps. Yes, I’ve competed in hundreds of running events and have done my own charitable runs; however, many times it was to give me an excuse to put in massive amounts of miles for my own scientific reasons. Some people run to socialize, I don’t. Many compete for a prize; I have found that has not been all of my driving force to run for miles or hours after hours. I’ve competed many times hoping to win, to show my running was not for naught. But no matter how much I demonstrated outside of my insignificant world of long-distance running, it was still unacceptable to those I was trying to stop from hating me for my different approaches to living—they felt that their knowing of my running impinged upon their l...