Introduction

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The sea, Santos, Brazil - most of my running is done along this shoreline 




12 km beach run, 33C late afternoon at sunset.
1:02:42 
Felt great. Easy pace – very fluffy sand in parts.



  • What comes first – thought or language?
  • What makes us disgusted by something or attracted to it?
  • Is love real?
  • Are vultures onto something?
  • Is being fit any better, or worse, or just the same, as being unfit?
  • Why do so many people watch sports?
  • How can anyone take any government seriously as long as cigarettes are legal?
  • If I die in my sleep tonight, so what?
  • When did the first human being evolve and how; and would it make much difference if I could understand that, anyway?
  • Should I get a tattoo?





These questions are just examples of the thoughts I have when I am running. I make neither apology nor claim for them.  They just appear. Same thing happens in the great creative center of my life  - and probably yours – the shower. Driving also provokes this kind of internal chatter. These thoughts enter my head when there is nothing else to distract me. Running is what I do to stop being distracted, to escape into my own world.

This blog is ostensibly about my running and what I put into it and get out in return. It is not a training log and is most certainly not to be taken as advice to be followed. However, I will start with a brief description of the day’s run – distance, time, maybe a bit more. What follows will be anything that enters my head at the time I sit down to write. You may find it interesting. I hope you do because that's the idea. I will keep myself out of it as much as possible. By that I mean I will not be writing much about my life, but rather my thoughts. This raises another question that I have asked myself a lot:

Where does the need to share our obsessions or experiences come from?

 I have a few ideas but it will take a while to get round to them.


I have begun. So have you. Let's see where it goes.




Location: Santos, State of São Paulo, Brazil

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