running

the ironic beauty of running lies in its simplicity - it is what it is. and yet... it is also whatever we make of it - what i bring to it, what you bring to it. it's only self-propulsion, nearly anyone can do it. running itself is not a mystery. what happens while we're running - that is the mystical part. that is what escapes the non-runner and that is what keeps me running.

the true beauty of running is that you are a runner and i am a runner, and our running is so different, and yet it is the same.