a lot of people (all of them imaginary and in my head) asked me, why the runner in the header?
It is because I like to run, those who knew me in my previous incarnation probably wont believe that, they may even snicker and or twitter. But I have been bitten by the running bug. I run 4/5 miles atleast 4 days a week.
There is supposed to be a difference between a runner and a jogger. That difference is the speed and the fact that the runner cannot not run, and as for the jogger he merely dabbles. I am straddling the line between them. I love running, but it hasnt become a passion yet.
As for speed, I am probably slower than everybody who runs. But the point was brought home to me by something I was reading..I am still faster than those who refuse to even try running.
Which brings me to the crux of my post. If something is worth doing, and you are an Ayn-Randesque believer in doing things perfectly, Should you not do something you know you can be only moderately good at? Or should you plough on, slower than the snail, worse than the old lady who zips past you, knowing that you would improve but never ever be the best.
Is the merit in trying or being?
Sometimes knowing you are trying your best can be enough and at other times trying seems like a waste of time..what is it?
As for running, even running has been a dream, everytime I run I can't get over the fact that I, ME, me? am running..just like I always thought I would, the world may not throw medals at my feet, but my own appreciation of my body is enough. For now.