I wanted to start writing this entry yesterday but had a flash of procrastinators genius that maybe waiting would help the words magically flow out.  Maybe the build up would make the writing process feel exciting and new.  A potpourri of too much to say, time just  whizzing by! However, no whizzing in my writing.  Writing has always been hard for me.  It ranks up there with taxes.  Always been in the must do; not a want to do.  I know this much about good writing… You better not disrespect her.  She has great power.  Good writing can move people by telling of our greatness.  Bad writing can move a great many  to do great bad things.  Until this blog I’ve always had a poor relationship with writing.  She was always out of my league, like the pretty cheerleader.  She had no use for me so I never paid much attention to her.  I saw her around but never thought I’d be accepted into her circle.  In many ways I tried to feign indifference.  Better not to care than feel inadequate.  Better to not try than realize your missing fundamental writing skills.  Who the hell wants to hang out with cheerleaders anyway?  See what I mean?  Exactly. Your curious though! Ha!   What is it like to hang around the cheerleaders?  Same as writing?  What’s it like?  Must be all this and that.  Must be great to live the bling of a writer.  People seem to ignore that being a hot cheerleader takes a lot of work.  The price of  the Pom Pom royalty comes with a price.  Countless hours of leg kicks and  top of the lung FIGHT ON’s!’  I guess everything does come with a price.

OK enough of the analogies.  Writers seem to all, well ‘good ones’ at least all see a big picture.  Or better yet, HAVE a Big Picture in mind when writing.   Without a sincere ‘voice’ in which you speak from, your blog mojo is good for about five blogs…after that it’s a bunch of copycat repetition bla bla bla.  Maybe ‘voice’ isn’t the right word.  Maybe ‘Point’ is better.  What is my point?  Looking back I blush at how infantile my blogs are.  If I didn’t know myself  better I’d think Poop is the only thing I find important.  Anyway, after some searching, then some more searching.  I’ve discovered writing will always be hard for me.  The act of tranfering thoughts to a readable sentence is a soul burning endurance marathon every time.   Can’t seem to find a point.  I get lost after word two.  From then on it’s only glimpses of inspiration, with zero motivation to ever get to it.   What’s my point? Key was to find something that is consistent to write about. In many ways  blogging is very similar to running.  We all can do it.  Some better that others, but we can do it to a degree.  The question is, what’s the point.  Well the answers to ‘why we run’ is pretty obvious.  YomYom Blogging for me  is very much like running.  Like when I started running at first thought I under estimated the endurance necessary to be a consistent blogger.  I was good for two as well as about two miles my first day running. Then my steam ran out.  From that second post it’s been uphill trying to blog.  But like running I knew that something about was good for me.  Maybe not a external thing, but more of  an internal good.  But mentally writing is like lifting rocks all day.  So we are into this exercise for nearly six months.  I think I found a way to blog consistently.  Well, as long as I keep running.   So here we go…

monday: 8:00am -2-02-10

……..groggy waking up.  I already feel bad,  the 7:30 am runs have started to get pushed due to injuries.  D has problems with his hamstring.  He lasted about 5 miles and the hams start to cramp.  It becomes a walk back situation.  Bobby is trucking these days.  He’s lucky he hasn’t reached his peak yet.  Still happy his body is losing weight.  Wait until he finds it’s optimal running weight.  He’ll start pushing harder, then one day.  STOP.  Body refuses.  Just hurts.  Me?  I hurt.  My feet hurt…a lot.  It’s like there made of glass and someone keeps hitting it with a hammer.  Hurts with every step.  Especially when I’m not running. I can be sitting down and all of a sudden a nerve on the top of my foot will start causing the most unbearable pain.  Then just like that it’s gone.  I can’t remember the last time I ran pain free.  Before I could really run anything over five miles everything hurt because I was out of shape.  Now only certain things hurt.  Your body pinpoints the weak link pretty fast.  In my case, be it bad genetics, wearing bad shoes.  My feet are causing me a lot of pain.  Makes you appreciate pain free living.  Before running I could walk around without limping.  Now I limp in my dreams.  I tell people in my dreams my feet hurt.  I invited Kid J out to run.  He is a young dude. 19 or 20.  Either or still very young.  The speed of a trained 19 year old long distance runner is the same as a 36 old runner.  You peak in your late 20′s then go back to your 19 year old speed.  So Kid J has a lot of time to grow into a strong runner.  Makes me feel good running with someone for the first time.  It’s a cool thing .  We are both better than before we started running. We’re a bit better than before.  Anyway Kid J worked hard.  Finished hard.  Kid has heart.  Running shows many characteristic of a person.  You can find out if they are punctual, lazy, materialistic, social, healthy.  But mostly it tends to be good things; if someone wakes up at 6:00am to run high probability he or she has some good mojo.  I’m happy because Kid J is a great kid with a great head on his head.  I hope he gets what he wants out of life.  It’s good for him be around us.  I haven’t heard from him since our run.  He is probably in a lot of pain.  I lie to all the new runners I bring and say it’s a couple of miles in a park.  Sure, around 7 to 9 uphill, then more hill then one more big one and three small ones for good measure.

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Running shows a lot of character in a person.  OK i likey this posty.  Not really a around the horn but still “talk amongst ourselves-able”.