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.