I’m really enjoying Haruki Murakami’s book ‘What I talk about when I talk about running’.
Murakami is a famous novelist, but he’s maintained a running habit for the majority of his adult life—usually running about 10kms per day. The book is part memoir, part musings on running.
He often gets asked, “What do you think about when you’re running?”
He replies, “I don’t think much of anything worth mentioning. I just run. I run in a void. Or maybe I should put it the other way: I run in order to acquire a void… the kinds of thoughts and ideas that invade my emotions as I run remain subordinate to that void.”
I’m interested and can’t quite relate… yet.