Running is an activity best done in groups, or at least that's what all the cool kids are saying these days. But there's a meditative, transcendent quality to running a distance alone. Like, I wonder what Pheidippides was thinking about all of those long, lonely miles, I mean, besides, "ow ow ow ow ow ow ow...."
Which is funny because running is, by its nature, physical; maybe it's when we're embodied in the mind-free rhythmicity of running that we're freed to think Big Thoughts.
Sample: our memories are plastic, malleable, suggestible, not only can we forget, we can remember it wrong. So what happens to us when our memories become virtual and accessible - does my iPhone make me less human, more than human, or just more annoying when you're trying to engage me in a conversation? What happens to me as a person? Are you right because you say you are? What, or who, arbitrates the past? Is there a threshold at which we are no longer able to opt out of a technology, or is it a smeary continuum? When will google become self aware? Does that just mean that google googles itself? What happens when I forget? How do I forget? What happens when we can't forget? What's Whitney Houston saying when she asks how do I know if he really loves me?
Maybe gasping for air on these runs is just making me hypoxic.
Supa-Speedy Solo Cinco Que
3.25 mi. 24 min.:10 sec. 7:26 pace.
Is It Hypoxia, or Is It Memorex?
7.58 mi. 1 hr.:3 min.:56 sec. 8:26 pace.
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