I decided yesterday that I wish there were a direct line from my brain to my blog while running. There's just so much... stuff... that goes on in there while I'm pounding through my neighborhood with Audioslave pulsing through my headphones. I go everywhere in my head while I'm out running, but when I come home to trap it all down into solid word form, it seems to disappear. Running has become such a catharsis... so much so that I wish that I could save just a little bit of what I get out of me. It would make for some good blogging, I think.
Time hasn't stopped for any troubles, heartaches, or any
other malfunctions of this world, so please don't tell me
it will stop for you.
--C.S. Lewis
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