This is one of those deep down, discovery discussions for one who has a large passion for running that they couldn’t live without it. To go one step further, it is one of those discussions for anyone who has a passion for anything should have. Since I chose running and most likely you are someone who doesn’t know me, I must start at the beginning. Even if you do know me, you might not know the full picture of how I’ve evolved over time, so this might be a good read for you as well. I don’t really know. It could be too long for you to read since attention spans thin over time. Oh well. Bear with me. ...

At any job interview, this is the question I hate the most. It’s an open ended question, so there’s supposed to be no right or wrong answer, but on the contrary, there actually IS a wrong answer. We’re asked this question as if we’ve mapped out our career and life path 5 to 10 years out. Not everyone has an answer to this question. We’re not certain where our future takes us. Things also change over time, so your plan could be severely altered in a way that needs to be adjusted so that instead of a 10 year plan, it’s now become a 12 year plan. ...

It’s something I’ve never felt I had to write about explaining myself because it is a career path I never considered. Since I am now displaying my life much more in internet writing, I felt this might be something people would want to read. At least for those who know me, it’s possible this is of interest. I fell in love with running at age 14, where most high school kids are actually introduced to running by participating in cross country or track & field. I was not a natural athlete by any stretch of the imagination, but I guess I liked being what I thought was a good athlete in these sports. I was average at best, but a contributor in the sense I scored the occasional point in a competition. ...

I’ve been blogging since 2009 I guess. On and off a few topics here and there about life, life values, running, video games, suffering through college, the whole nine yards. No series of writing as consistent as what I’ve been doing lately. May 2016 to April 2017. What does that mean? It’s an 11 month journey of different bits of writing. 55 bits to be precise. This would be 56, if I decided to count it. ...

Without having to cut my nails every couple of weeks. No seriously, I want to live without having to cut my nails every couple of weeks. When will we as humans evolve to a point where this isn’t necessary? Same thing with hair. Why can’t we just tell our body that we want things a certain length and it stays that way. Let’s be on the same wavelength here. As for anything else that is truly relevant, this might be a little difficult to think about. I’m sure there are plenty of things I am living without right now that I’m perfectly fine with, but I can’t think of them. Food and water are essential, so I definitely can’t cross those off. I can live without a bike. I mean, I mostly have been for years. I can’t remember the last time I actually rode one. ...