tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48830792490869748442024-03-07T21:17:02.186-08:00The Obsessed RunnerJohn B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196058737676221982noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4883079249086974844.post-42938796218709368072007-12-29T08:03:00.000-08:002007-12-29T08:04:01.926-08:00Why I Run !!<strong>It is the best addiction I can think of.</strong> Gambling, alcohol, pornography, tobacco, shopping are all bad. Running is superbly, staggeringly good.<br /><br /><strong>I’m uncoordinated. </strong> I can’t pass, kick, throw, catch, dribble or do the backstroke but as long as I can get my shoes tied, I can run.<br /><br /><strong>My dad didn’t.</strong> He had a heart attack at age 52. I’m running from high cholesterol and keeping a spare tire from growing over my belt.<br /><br /><strong>I’m a book lover.</strong> I load five or six audio books onto my iPod and listen to Grisham, Clancy or even Dostoyevsky as I run. I’ve sometimes put in several extra miles in order to solve the mystery.<br /><br /><strong>It cures my depression.</strong> Kids, my teenage daughter’s cell phone bill, my boss, a broken dishwasher, the mother-in-law, phone calls, bird flu and global warming are all forgotten on a long run.<br /><br /><strong>I’m a mathematician.</strong> If I run 5 miles at a 7:40 pace and then slow to an 8:25 pace for the next 4 miles what will be my total time? Then what is the most fun, charting my pace and miles on the computer.<br /><br /><strong>I love to cook </strong>(and eat). A 15 mile run burns 2000 calories. What that means is that I can eat twice as much as most people and still fit into my jeans.<br /><br /><strong>I’m an insomniac.</strong> There is no finer way to spend the 2 AM hour than go for a run under a full moon and then go back to bed. (Yes, my wife makes me shower first.)<br /><br /><strong>I believe in God. </strong> Running for hours in the mountains of Wyoming or even through the sagebrush reaffirms my belief in a Creator that loves me.<br /><br /><strong>My friends hate to run. </strong> I love them dearly, but if any of them wanted to invade the euphoric joy I get from a run alone, I’d have to get new friends.John B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196058737676221982noreply@blogger.com1