Yesterday, I ran for 20 minutes and...participated in a Writing marathon. A Writing marathon involves getting together with other writing enthusiasts...moving from one place to another...spending time writing in each place...sharing that writing and moving on to a new destination. This blogpost captures a bit of that marathon in which I struggle with unpacking a 6 Word memoir I'd written the day before.
Here's a connection...I've noticed in the 6 weeks that I've been running that there are moments during the run where I attempt to unpack thoughts that occupy my mind...like I did yesterday during the Writing marathon. This is one of the cool things I'm coming to enjoy about running...it can be whatever you want it to be...time to ponder...time to meditate...time to let off steam...
So...here's some of what I came up with during the marathon...
I (r)-ycle, I (wr)-ead, I sleep. I'm starting this marathon by mining my daybook. We wrote memoirs yesterday in varying forms...the 6-Word memoir I wrote yesterday looks like this..."I run, I write, I sleep." I realized this morning that there was space within the original memoir to mash things up a bit...hence...what you "heard" me "read" as I started. I spent time earlier thinking about what it would be like to un-pack this memoir to give you a fuller picture of how it defines my life. I'm thinking about breaking it apart...into segments...maybe I'll piece it back together at some point...maybe I won't.
I (r)-cyle...initially...I wanted you to know that my days usually start around 4:15 or 5 am...getting up to run or cycle with my wife...both of these activities have been an effort on my part to find balance within this "6WMUM"...balance in the form of exercise (it's hard to imagine that just over a year ago I was weighing in at an obese 185 lbs)...balance in the form of spending more time with my wife Stephanie (who has been a doctoral widow for the past 5 years and has about 2 more to go...if things go well)...balance spiritually (the pressure and stress that comes with the "second" part of this memoir has scared me on many levels). So, (r)-cyling has done many things for me...I've lost over 20 lbs, I'm spending quality time with Stephanie and the "high" I feel while running and cycling cannot be measured or described by mere words on a page. I mean, I could try...let's see if a haiku does it...
Troubled man
finds his Zen
While running and cycling
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