What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional

Life is basically unfair. But even in a situation that’s unfair, I think it’s possible to seek out a kind of fairness.

As I run I tell myself to think of a river. And clouds. But essentially I’m not thinking of a thing. All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.