runners
of all walks of life are often asked this one question by non-runners,
which, while simple and only constructed of a few words, begs a thinking
process tantamount to answering an Epistemology course exam question.
it's worse for ultrarunners as, to most pedestrian spectators, we're
appearing to be half-assedly attempting suicide, or at least slightly
deranged.
"why do you run?"
simple, reasonable answers exist for this question.
"for the mental clarity."
"my dog needs to take a dump."
"fun starts at the end of my comfort zone."
"I want to wear short shorts, even if my peers think it's socially unacceptable for someone of my physique."
however,
few realize that the wide range of responses applicable to this
question actually forms a bigger, more fundamental reason for why you
run. the problem is that this reason does not manifest itself through
words but only appears as a mild sensation while you're running.
henceforth--the more tangible an answer becomes, the harder it is to put
it into sentences.
in
this eleventy-bajillion part feature, I will attempt to put my spin
into the runner's search for meaning. as noted, the resulting draft of a
runner's rambling manifesto will be guaranteed to DNF. each post will
connect to a previous post in some manner, forming a giant puzzle of
indeterminate size and product. however--i hope this sisyphean endeavor
will help you find a more purposeful consciousness to your running
regime. enjoy.
