Luckily, these aren’t my stories. After all, who would want to tell about the time when you went for a run and wound up running for a mile with a rabid fox attached to your arm? Ouch.
Then there is running as art — literally. I actually think this is kind of a cool concept, where someone goes sprinting through an art gallery every 30 seconds. (Yes, the runners get paid for it.) But then again, I’m not sure it really causes me to think any deeper about running, motion, or whatever else it is trying to suggest. It’s definitely not something timeless (though it is certainly something that could be replicated almost anywhere, if you had an underground tunnel to get back to the starting spot).
I get to add my own tale (hopefully not bizarre) this weekend. Yes, my half-marathon is this Saturday morning. The weather is supposed to be wet - high 50s and scattered rain. I think I can live with that, but hopefully the rain will be gone by then. We’ll see.
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