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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Writing is Like Running

I don't love running. In fact, abhor is not strong enough a word to describe my feelings toward an activity only Satan could have spawned.

But I do it because I'm turning 30 next year and my metabolism is dying a slow and painful death. Here's my internal monologue as I run, on the treadmill because there's six inches of snow and it's five below outside.

0:01-0:05= "This really sucks. At least I get to read while I warm up."

0:05-0:10= "I hate this. Why on God's green earth am I torturing myself?"

0:10-0:15= "This is just sadistic."

0:15-0:20= "I LOVE endorphins! Yeah! I'm a freaking rock star!"

0:20-0:25= "Holy cow! Who knew I could run faster than six miles per hour? YAHOO!"

0:25-0:26= "I want to die. Who knew I could sweat this much?"

0:26-0:30= "Wow. I am totally amazing. Look what I can do!"



Okay, so here's my internal monologue when I sit down to write.

0:01-0:05= "This really sucks. At least I get to read my blogs while I pretend to write."

0:05-0:10= "I hate this. Why on God's green earth am I torturing myself thinking I can write?"

0:10-0:15= "This is just sadistic."

0:15-0:20= "I LOVE writing! Yeah! I'm a freaking rockstar!"

0:20-0:25= "Holy cow! Who knew I could write something this good? YAHOO!"

0:25-0:26= "I want to die. Who knew I could write something this bad?"

0:26-0:30= "Wow. I am totally amazing. Look what I can do!"


Yeah. Writing is like running. Now I need to go take a shower.