Ok. It’s been a record three weeks of zero blog posts here
folks. My longest streak in eight years. And it’s not like I don’t have
anything “running” to write about during this time. Quite the opposite
actually.
Like, for example, the running of the 12th annual Saltwater
5000. An annual trek from the Pacific Ocean to Santiago Peak, the highest peak
in Orange County. The hour we spent on the top of the mountain could be the
highest I’ve been in a long, long time.
Or, for that matter, the pacing of a friend at Chimera 100
miler, where I watched my runner sink slowly into the darkest abyss after
coming within 20 minutes of not making a cutoff. She struggled to breathe. She
couldn’t move any faster. So we sat, briefly, to talk, and to curse the race
director. She didn’t give up. It wasn’t an option. As daylight broke, so too
did the darkest abyss, into many pieces.
Bradbury wrote that you must get drunk on writing so reality
doesn’t destroy you. I’m either suffering from a writing hangover or just
fallen off the wagon. Yes, prose may betray me for now, but not forever.
Keep it real runners.
