Running from/with injury.

“The modern world is not necessarily a runner’s world. Many other physical variables affect our ability to stay healthy. We detrain our glutes and tighten our hamstrings sitting at our desks for hours, grow tight in the shoulders from stress and eat genetically modified foods with consequences we don’t yet fully understand. The variables are as different as the circumstances of our lives, with one thing in common: They all hamper the body’s ability to deal with the forces of running.”

-Philip Latter, April 2013 Issue Running Times

That pretty much sums it up, I have no problem quoting when someone else can say what I’m trying to say more eloquently than I can.

Tears or Tears (read, read – both ways)

I can honestly say that I don’t know if it was sweat or tears in my eyes for that last mile – but I hit both my goals and I feel absolutely exhausted/amazing.

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Run

Running, again, finally.

Last year, I tore a muscle in my lower back. March fifth, to be exact. It’s taken over a year to rehab it back to running strength. It took several months before I could walk without pain, it still bothers me but not enough anymore to keep me from the runs I’ve missed so much.

Much worse than the hamstring I tore back in oh-six.

At any rate I’ve run a bit under forty miles in the last eight days. Longest run so far has been a seven-miler Friday night, I’m hoping to break that PR later this evening.

I’ve had to completely restructure my stride and I’m still learning how to use it to its fullest potential.

I started a new Nike+ account since I’m no longer the runner that put those old numbers up. All new PR’s to be made and broken:

Actually rather refreshing, I’ve got new all new mountains to climb.

Life is busywork

It’s true.

There are a million applicable little quotes out there designed to deceive you into believing that life is in any way meant to be perfectly happy for every being.

Life is about balance: dualities – ergo for me to be happy someone else must be sad. I’ve been both and I bet you have too. It’s why people born into privilege will never understand what struggle means. They will never have balance.

As for the title, life is busywork…isn’t it? What do you think you were created for? What do you believe your purpose for existing is? Now think about your days, your time, your life: now think about the fact that the most valuable resource those that live and breathe have…time.

What do you trade those precious seconds for?

If you answered paper, printed with portraits of dead guys, then you’ll probably be sad.

And the guy stealing your time with those portraits is going to be happy.

Balance.

Last of 2012

So it’s the end of 2012, I suppose that I should have something enlightened or at least semi-enlightening to say…I really don’t think I do though.

I wish all of you luck, love and life in the new year.

Something from Nothing

I am building things. Creating something from nothing. Odd sounding, I suppose it’s not nothing but whenever I create something – art, writing or games I start with a blank page and put words, line or code on that page. So, something from nothing feels like it fits.

The catalyst is me. Without me those pages would stay forever blank.

I often wonder what it is I’ll leave behind when I’m gone. Something more than a memory of the person I was for those whose lives I’ve touched.

Something more than ephemeral thoughts that will die with those that think them.

Legacy.

Levels

Level design actually doesn’t feel like work. . .is this what they were talking about when they said find something you love to do and you’ll never work a day in your life?

I would’ve never believed that one.