I am my Father’s son and you are a runner

Ran 6 miles in 49:55 yesterday. I hit it out of the blocks up and down windy Kalamazoo hills until my breath came in ragged gasps. I didn’t want to stop, every hill I saw, I wanted to paint my foot prints on, burn the rubber down to say “I ran this hill at top speed once.” Confidence and assurance in your own abilities comes so infrequently in adult life, often because of interactions with other people. Running is solo, you and the path is all there is. No lies, no interdependencies, no assumptions, you can either do it or you can’t. I take pride in my mini accomplishments, because no matter how down the rest of life gets, no can take them away, and the obstacles I set for myself are only at the limit of my body, and my mental discipline. While this is probably overly dramatic, it is great to pass a series of college kids 1/3 your age at top speed uphill.

Wolf Parade-Lyrics
I got a number on me
I got a number
Won’t make it through the high noon sun
I am my father’s son
I am my father’s son
His bed is made
I was a hero
Early in the morning
I ain’t no hero
In the night
I am my father’s son
And I’ll build a house inside of you
I’ll go in through the mouth
I’ll draw three figures on your heart
One of them will be me as a boy
One of them will be me
One of them will be me watching you run
watching you run
Into the high noon sun
Watching you run
Farther than guns will go
You are a runner
With a stolen voice
And you are a runner
And I am my father’s son
I am my father’s son
I am my father’s son

One Comment

  1. Both of these articles are great and give me a sense of you and your drive for the sports you like.