Anybody can blog these days, and it seems like most people do in some way, shape or form. I held off on doing something like this for the longest time because of one thought: who gives a shit about what I have to say? I seem to have found a couple of reasons to go ahead and start this, the first being that I am a runner. It’s what I love to do, and it’s how I’ve identified myself for as long as I can remember. Lately, I seem be doing a lot of writing, and I’d like to get better. In writing, as in running, it seems that you need to constantly work at it in order to get better, and I hope that this site provides the forum for me to do just that. In fact, this site was supposed to be mainly for my training log, but since I’m injured (for the time being) there really isn’t much of anything to put into a training log. Any other blogging (that was supposed to be supplemental) is now thrust into focus as the feature event.
I love my city home, even though being trapped indoors or away from a more nature-filled setting isn’t ideal for me. Fortunately, Boston has enough parks for me to not feel like I’m trapped in a concrete jungle. I enjoy getting out into this city version of nature whenever I can.
So what exactly am I doing here? This is my attempt to bring together all of my passions under one roof. Just what are these so-called passions? They are running, ranting and writing, for the most part. Sometimes they conveniently all come together into an ensemble blog post, and those are the times that I really enjoy hacking away at the keyboard.
Life can be pretty absurd, and I definitely take notice. Taking a tongue-in-cheek approach to things that catch my attention is something that I’m prone to do. I’ll warn you right now, you might not like what I have to say. I don’t mean to be offensive, but not understanding my approach might lead you to think otherwise. My Pepérè liked to say “if you’re not worth a laugh then you’re not worth nothing”. It’s true, which is why I can be pretty self-deprecating at times.
You’ve been warned: you’re going to read some shits here, possibly some fucks, and every now and then you’ll come across a fuckitty shit fuck fuck (saved for the rarest of occasions). Whatever it is that is irritating me at the time, be it sweatpant jeans, people just standing still on escalators, or seeing Fuelbelts in use at a 5k, it’ll end up on this site in some way, shape or form. More generally speaking, I’m against douchebaggery in all of its forms.
Let’s face it: a lot of strange shit happens in life. When you’re a distance runner trying to train seriously in a big city setting, you’re bound to see and hear some bizarre and entertaining things. Sometimes, just sometimes, you might even get threatened. It happens. Each run has its own story, and the story goes beyond the distance and the time spent on the roads. I love to work in as much detail as possible, bringing in all of the elements of the experience and hopefully giving the reader an idea of what it’s like to play in traffic on a daily basis.
Sometimes, nothing happens. What can ya do? Well, you can sit around and wait for stuff to happen, or you can make stuff happen. This is my attempt at making stuff happen.