About A Life Between Runs

Pictured: Me, between runs.

I have been a serious runner for eight years now. Though I continue to enjoy it, I still sometimes feel as I did in college, when I would do a workout in the morning, eat breakfast, go to classes, do some homework, take a nap, go to practice again, eat dinner, go to sleep, wake up, and run again. On such days, running defined my life so completely that it seemed to form its very parameters. I had to squeeze in the life I wanted to live during the time I wasn’t running. I was living a life between runs.

Because I continue to live, in some respects, a life between runs, I have chosen it as the name for this new blog. You could say this is a bit misleading, as I’ve started it mostly as an outlet for random thoughts—mostly pop cultural in nature—that I can’t or don’t want to publish elsewhere, not directly because of some running-generated existential angst. But as long as running is a part of my life, it will spill over, in some way, into everything I do, think, and say.

But this is not a running-only blog. In fact, I expect to discuss my running very little here. It will mostly contain my random thoughts, usually on pop culture. For the real reason I’ve created this blog is that, over the past few months, I’ve found myself desperate to write about things that nobody will pay me to write about.

So here, dear readers, is “A Life Between Runs.” I make no promises as to how frequently I will write here or what I will write about. But I hope that you will enjoy the dispatches from my mind at least as much as I enjoy transmitting them. And I thank you all for reading.

Adapted from this blog's inaugural post, December 22, 2015.