Running is no radical move. I find it fun, plus my competitive streak comes out naturally. All intention aside, I run for fun. Is that the reason why they named it Fun Run? Perhaps it’s a play of words but it works nonetheless.
I want to live healthy. Fine. Diet? No, I’ll go nuts if I do that. If I subsist under the mercy of crackers and water, I’ll eventually end up losing a bolt or two. And we all know that’s not pretty.
The escape. Run.
There have been several benefits that relates running to healthy living, so I thought of giving it a try and eat anything I want. I suppose I can stay on my calorie intake if I add a little in the loop. So below is my first try; something I did with my boyfriend given he’s been running this marathon a few times now.
A short trip to Greenbelt resulted to Gruber, Rice and Gaiman. I was supposed to get a pair of running shoes but got distracted. Stroud, Gruen, Pratchett and Follett are backlogs.
I’ve read American Gods last year – loaned by a friend – but I wanted my own copy and a reread. So when I saw a good edition, I made a decision to ignore the shoes.