RUN-R-RUNNING

I've always thought that the world was divided into a hierachy. You had mortals and gods and whatevers.. and somewhere up there... you have people who run long distances recreationally. These creatures are seemingly hewn of an indestructible substance, are slightly reddish in complexion and appear covered in a sheen of sweat. Otherwise known as "Runners".

Today I found myself in stead of these lithe and perpetually breathless people as part of a10km self-proclaimed "fun" run (just for reference, a marathon is roughly 42 kms - anything is fun compared to that). Even stranger is the admission that I enjoyed every second of it. I'm probably going to do it again and again... and again. Possibly at even longer distances and faster speeds.

I wonder what makes you a runner. Is it consistency? Is it achieving a milestone? Is it a mere mindset? I think the answer is closer than we think. As Bruce "The Boss" Springsteen once said "tramps like us... maybe we were born to run". 

So I don't think they're gods or whatever, they're just people, who have somehow reconnected with an activity that is primordial, simple and in itself; perfect. I'm hopelessly addicted to it. I don't constantly dream of running, but I'm drawn to it irrepressibly.