tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65936742075389962512011-11-27T18:03:02.056-07:00I love everything about running. Like most runners, I obsess about my training and races. It doesn't matter if it is an ultramarathon a marathon or a 5K, I'm going to plan to do my best. This is my blog. Schedule, train, run, race and succeed!John B.noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593674207538996251.post-58642977686946030092007-11-15T03:59:00.000-07:002007-11-30T11:04:07.134-07:00It is the best addiction I can think of. Gambling, alcohol, pornography, tobacco, shopping are all bad. Running is superbly, staggeringly good.<br /><br />I’m uncoordinated. I can’t pass, kick, throw, catch, dribble or do the backstroke but as long as I can get my shoes tied, I can run.<br /><br />My dad didn’t. He had a heart attack at age 52. I’m running from high cholesterol and keeping a spare tire from growing over my belt.<br /><br />I’m a book lover. I load five or six audio books onto my iPod and listen to Grisham, Clancy or even Dostoyevsky as I run. I’ve sometimes put in several extra miles in order to solve the mystery.<br /><br />It cures my depression. Kids, my teenage daughter’s cell phone bill, my boss, a broken dishwasher, the mother-in-law, phone calls, bird flu and global warming are all forgotten on a long run.<br /><br />I’m a mathematician. If I run 5 miles at a 7:40 pace and then slow to an 8:25 pace for the next 4 miles what will be my total time? Then what is the most fun, charting my pace and miles on the computer.<br /><br />I love to cook (and eat). A 15 mile run burns 2000 calories. What that means is that I can eat twice as much as most people and still fit into my jeans.<br /><br />I’m an insomniac. There is no finer way to spend the 2 AM hour than go for a run under a full moon and then go back to bed. (Yes, my wife makes me shower first.)<br /><br />I believe in God. Running for hours in the mountains of Wyoming or even through the sagebrush reaffirms my belief in a Creator that loves me.<br /><br />My friends hate to run. I love them dearly, but if any of them wanted to invade the euphoric joy I get from a run alone, I’d have to get new friends.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Thanks for coming!<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593674207538996251-5864297768694603009?l=everythingultra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>John B.noreply@blogger.com