![]() ![]() It's also intended as a wake-up call for the motivation that, somewhere alone the line, went dormant. I do this to both admonish and encourage myself. Retracing my memories, rereading the simple journal I kept (I'm never able to keep a regular diary for very long, but I've faithfully kept up my runner's journal) and reworking them into essay form, helps me consider the path I've taken and rediscover the feelings I had back then. Bit by bit I'm remembering things that took place when I was a beginning runner more than twenty years ago. This may be the reason, while I'm training for the New York Marathon - I'm also writing this. ![]() Best to learn from my mistakes and put that lesson into practice the next time around. is a memoir of Murakami as a runner and by extension, a writer. More than mere solitude, it is avoiding the world's busyness.įor decades, Murakami has found a comforting void while running five miles daily, every day. Aloneness brings space, a dark indigo incognito of space into which you fall gently and swiftly. Rilke urged us to "go into ourselves" and he was right. I regularly explain my introversion by saying it is not a function of shyness, but I am most comfortable alone. All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. But essentially, I'm not thinking of a thing. ![]() As I run, I tell myself to think of a river. ![]()
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