A Life-like Run

Here I am, up at 6:30 in the morning, getting ready to go for a run. It's going to be a 24km run today, so that will take me about 2 hours. Imagine that! 2 hours of plain old running! It's just me, and my two feet, moving in a metronome-like fashion, going from one place to the other and then back with no particular purpose.

In that way, running's like life. If you really really think about it, life doesn't have a true "meaning", or "purpose". We can go through life and never really achieve anything, or accomplish anything. We have to find our own meaning, even though there might be no such thing.

I run to train for a marathon. But what is a marathon other than a concoction, a concept, by humans to draw an arbitrary "goal" or "finish line", to give themselves a sense of accomplishment, after all that running? You see my point, right?

At the end of the day, I'm running simply because I want to. It's meaningless, but I enjoy it. I like ending up where I started and looking back and going "Holy shit, I can't believe I covered that distance," I love that I'm going at my own pace and that I'm going from place to place without really being there. It's like being a ghost.

Okay, I let my mind wander too much. Gonna do my customary bowel movements and then move out. Happy weekend, and do check out raymondangelove.tumblr.com for my hipster images. I think they're awesome.