so, to begin

I have very reluctantly joined the self-publishing, blogging world, characteristically about 18 months after everyone else in the known universe. Being just that little bit behind cool is such a nicer place to be. All the hard work is done, and everything comes with a simple GUI that takes away any possibility of independent thought. Lovely.

Anyway, this blog is notionally about running. Mine mainly, although I’m not opposed to other people running as long as they don’t go faster than me.

Running itself is a little boring. One foot in front of the other. Repeat until unconsciousness. Same old same-old. I guess the reason you do it is to go to some sort of zen level of boredness. Increasingly wild delusions followed by a brief moment of stillness as everything goes grey; then down you go crumpled in a heap in some suburban gutter.

So here’s a picture of me, which apparently I need to post if I want to be able to put it in my profile. I’m not used to this, but it seems a pretty awkward work-around to me. Ah well.