It sounds cliche. It looks cliche as I write it. But I have been running this blog through my head for several years, writing and rewriting bits and pieces, forgetting some and adding others. And yet none of it has ever made it onto my personal computer, much less into the great big world. I have changed themes and concepts for my blog as I found more bits and pieces of myself to explore: running, travel, cooking, parenthood. But I never took that leap to open my computer and start. It stayed locked away in my head, partly out of busy-ness, but in all honesty, mostly out of a fear that I didn’t really have anything to say. Or at least nothing to say that anyone would want to read.
And yet, these words still needed a place to live. As I’ve aged, I realize I turn to two activities whenever I need to process life. If I have big decisions, stark disappointments, immense joy, or everyday struggles. I process through running and writing. Until I write something out, I can’t move on. Until I run it all out, I can’t rest. Life has led me over and over again to these two truths. Running long distances is writing with my body. And writing with my head is letting my thoughts run.
And so here I am. Starting this blog just as I am. My words, my running, my life. No filters. I don’t really know where it will take me right now. But for now, that is enough. And so, I find these two words say everything about where I am in this journey so far.