"...since we are surrounded by such a cloud of witnesses, let us set aside every weight and sin that CLINGS so closely, and run with perseverance the

RACE.

Most people hate running.

But, some people must run so to be healthy.

And, a few live to run.

I suppose I simply run to run, but the more fanatic group of people interest me.

I was reading a runner's magazine (which I might just subscribe to) and after excitedly examining the articles and special features, I realized that these people structure their entire lives to improve their running. They invest in special shorts and jog bras and gps watches and performance socks.

There was a feature about what to do before, during, and after a run which included a new look at everything: sleeping, when to wake up, when and what to eat, what to listen to, strategic fasting from technology, how to avoid stress, etc. ...and all for a better run.

And I found myself admiring this dedication in the hypothetical people who live like this.

I wanted to be able to associate with them.

But then I was struck with a post-Monty python feeling of "what's it all about?"

Not to be completely robbed of my new found love of the exhilaration of a daily run, I realized that running does have its place, and it's not gold medal, cause otherwise the gold medal would be sadly reduced to nothing more than a small human experience. And that's not enough.

What is my equivalent "run"? and for what am I running?

(ps: obviously this was not part of my series of poems, just a brief diversion)