So my last book of 2011 became my first book of 2012. Tried to finish it in one day (procrastination!), ended up being two, or just past midnight this morning. I realize I’m a bit late to the party but Born to Run was a great read. It reminded me of two things that have gone missing in my life.
I love to read. And I loved to run.
I’m going to try and do more of both, but I would have never thought about running again if not for this book. And now I understand why some people are walking around with weird shoes! I stopped running the day after finishing the NYC marathon. My coach had told me not to run, saying I wasn’t ready and it would change my running. I was a stupid 18 year old who’s fatal flaw was doing things precisely when someone told me not to. Even though I’ve been having knee problems and other issues with my legs, I pounded it out. In the final miles through Central Park I thought I could run forever. Then I never ran again.
I also read a lot as a kid, the library was my favorite place in the world, with the arcade being a close second. I have a stack of books on my bedside table, but I don’t think I’ve read more than 5 in the last year. I wanted to get a Kindle so I would read more, but I feared that it would be another unused tech-toy sitting around the house (hello iPod Touch!). I’m going to get through this pile of books this year, and then some.
At the end of it all, we’re all here to do what we do. Some people run ultras. Some people write amazing stories. Some of us are born to hustle. And that’s what I’m ultimately going to be doing in 2012. The same thing I’ve been doing for over three decades. Hustle baby, hustle.