these people who claim to hunt dragons. be careful. they’re awed by you and fear you. this is man at his most irrational.

The hardest book I ever read while running was Crime & Punishment.

The most grueling was John Adams.

The most engrossing was Angels & Demons.

The ones that pushed me were Murakami’s.

By splitting focus into 1. Mental 2. Physical, I force myself to do both well, spreading then reintegrating my attention on a broader level.  That’s probably a good clue regarding how I live on two levels simultaneously.

I ran hard today.

While reading a story in David Mitchell’s book, Ghostwritten, titled, “Holy Mountain.”

The last time someone recommended something titled “Holy Mountain,” it made me want to hurt that person.

I’m not a runner. It’s the mental focus that’s the hardest. But I ran 6 miles and I finished that fucking story.

It was about 70 years through the changing political face of China from the perspective of a woman who spends her life running a tea shop at the base of Holy Mountain. I ran and read that thing and never lost focus of either.

But I will admit I didn’t get much from that story, but I finished it.  Only got to 6 miles because they were closing and I had to work out my shoulder before I left.

To be honest, I’ve never done more than 6 miles.