Run

The woods in the photograph at the top of this page are right down the road from my grandparent's house in Brutus, Michigan. This path and its surroundings are my absolute favorite places to run. Besides the sense of complete isolation while in these woods, which I happen to love while on a run, there is always a quality in the air that feels so crisp, fresh, and alive. Because I have been running quite frequently lately it has turned into a kind of therapy as any routine might become. When I don't run my body craves it, when I do, I feel rejuvenated, physically and mentally. Not only does it whip me into shape but also provides plenty of time to think and breath (when I'm not gasping for breath in the Davis heat that is). Because this photo reminds me of my ideal therapeutic environment for a run, why not post it on my blog since writing has also become a form of therapy? I took this photo last summer after a run and hope to run there again soon when I head to Michigan in August.

Why Not?

I might be committing a sort of hypocrisy by creating this blog as I have often questioned the value or necessity of blogs themselves. Maybe I simply prefer the personal experience of holding a written work in hand while indulging in its content rather than knowing I am one in a multitude straining my eyes to read someone else's words that are continuously bouncing around in cyberspace. I guess it just seems so impersonal. However today I decided to be a hypocrite and create a perhaps impersonal blog for all to see. I will record random thoughts, ideas, or occurrences that happen to pop into my head or happen to just happen. It can't hurt, right?