It’s very popular among writers to spend a lot of time hemming and hawing over the grand question of Why We Write. I think almost every one of my writer friends has penned at least one blog entry with that exact title. I’m not saying this as an accusation. I haven’t actually done the same thing, but I’ve thought about it, many times. It’s a great exercise. It forces you to look at yourself in the mirror and say, I am doing this for something other than the money. I am doing this for something other than the fame. It’s also a way to come up with a half-dozen ways to tell your friends why you keep doing this stupid, insane thing that sucks up your free time, doesn’t make you any money, distracts you from your friends, and keeps you perpetually as sleep deprived as a third year college student.
It’s the same with runners. Often, you have to explain to well-meaning friends and family that running is actually something you enjoy. The problem is, this basic fact doesn’t make a lot of sense. When you run, you’re cutting into nap time. You’re cutting into time with your family. If you’re a writer, you’re cutting into writing time. You’re beating your body in a thousand different ways. Knee pain, back pain, and soreness all become intimate friends. You’re submitting to self-imposed torture for as many miles – which translates to many thousands of steps – as it takes to finish that run. You do that three to five times a week, minimum, if you want to make progress. When you sign up for a race, you’re paying – paying! – for the privilege of waking up at a godforsaken hour of the morning, eating oatmeal for breakfast, shivering in the cold for forty-five minutes, old-man-jogging for anywhere from six to thirteen to twenty six to fifty miles alongside hundreds, or thousands, of other weirdos who also thought this was a good idea. And at the end of it all you are rewarded with free water, energy gels, a banana, and the endless admiration of your friends and other runners.
Why the actual fuck would anyone in the modern world subject themselves to this?
We have naptime. We have indoor heating and air conditioning. We have pools and couches and down comforters and Netflix and chill and refrigerators constantly stocked with food and iPhones and video games. We literally have people that bring pizza and Chinese food to our doors. We have alcohol and prescribed marijuana and a revolving door of movies delivered to our computers. We have books, comic books, cookbooks. Why the fuck would anyone want to go outdoors, into the real world, just to subject themselves to fifteen minutes to five hours of running, without food or water, up and down hills, in the cold and snow and heat and humidity? I mean, didn’t we specifically invent the social contract and the barter system so we could avoid doing shit like this?
For some stupid reason, I’ve been running off and on for eight years now. Even I was confused when I impulsively registered for my first half-marathon two years ago. I was astonished when I somehow completed the race a few months later. Just last night, I made the financially unsound decision to pay over a hundred dollars for the privilege of running another half-marathon in Oakland in the spring.
I come back to running over and over again, no matter how many times I stop.
When I started training for my first half-marathon in February of 2014, I assumed, at the time, that I was going to lose weight. I assumed my body would magically mutate into that of a Victoria’s Secret model. I assumed I’d wake up the day after the race with a flat stomach, killer abs, and a thigh gap Katniss could shoot an arrow through. When none of those things happened, it turned out, much to my surprise, that I did not give one single flying fuck.
Because running is never about losing weight. (Writing is never about money.) Running is never about changing your body type. (Writing is never about fame.) I might have started running to lose weight and tone up, but that’s not what kept me running. If it did, I would have quit years ago.
What keeps me running is the thrill of the open road. (What keeps me writing is the promise of an open page.) The power I feel after finishing a loop. (The power I feel after I finish a scene.) The rush of air as I pick up pace. The strength in my body that pushes me up that hill. What keeps me running is the sound of a creek as I run on a path paved with leaves and lined with birch trees. (What keeps me writing is the world that unfolds as I write.) What keeps me running is the sight of clouds gathering on the horizon, of sunsets in the distance, of green fields or fresh white snow crunching beneath my feet. What keeps me running is the feeling that I have conquered something. (What keeps me writing is the feeling that I have created something.)
Running makes me feel like if the zombie apocalypse happened, I could outrun those slow motherfuckers. If Godzilla came after me, I’d just run up his tail and chill out on his head for a little while. If Donald Trump gets elected and a bunch of right-wing nutjobs come after me with AK-47s and confederate flags, I’ll run through the forest and over mountains to Canada. If a serial killer tries to eat the flesh off my bones, I’ll run at him, deliver a flying kick to his nutsack, and run away cackling at my superior athleticism.
Running makes me feel like I can win any battle, defeat any enemy, overcome any hurdle. Running makes me feel victorious.
(Writing makes me feel like I can change the world one page at a time, can tell stories that need to be told, can bring a little light into a place where once there was darkness. Writing makes me feel like magic.)
Even when the enemy is myself. Even when the battle is for self-confidence, willpower, or moving on from a trauma. Even when my only hurdles are things I put in place long ago. When I’m racing towards a finish line – no matter how slow I’m going or how beat-up I feel – all those problems are silent.
In 2014, when I was a few weeks away from my first half-marathon, I wrote a blog post called Writing and Running: On Triumph And Sacrifice. A week after that race, I wrote what ended up being my most successful blog post ever: Half-Marathon: Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love My Body. A lot of people wrote in, via the comments, that they would love to follow in my footsteps and wanted to know if I would write a post about my training regimen. I never did that. This time, I’m going to. I’ll blog occasionally about my training plan and how it’s coming, along with tips, tricks, and (hopefully) funny anecdotes along the way.
If any of my blog readers want to follow along with my progress and participate themselves, I’d love to read your posts and check in to see how your training’s going. Just leave a comment and I’ll come say hi. If you’re a writer who also runs, so much the better! Let’s chat. Because bonding over two forms of extreme masochism is better than one!
Wow. I admit I’ve written about this subject quite a few times. I’ve seen multiple posts by fellow writers about the subject of why we write. This one blows me away, Amira.
Thank you for putting it in these terms. It makes absolutely perfect sense.
Your writing is always so beautiful and insightful to me.
All my best, Lady.
Hey Eric! I’m so glad you liked this post. I’d love to go back and read those posts you wrote about why you write. I think it’s a very important question to answer for all writers, and one that really helps us determine the philosophy behind our craft. Thank you for commenting, my dear. All my love, as always.
I run for pie. I’ve been running since 1981 and what I think about when I run is how miserable I am running and how wonderful I will feel when done.
Amira, this post was truly an inspiration. I’ve been running for as long as I can remember but just now getting in the groove of writing. Your words are truly encouraging and uplifts my spirit on this writing journey, thank you for sharing. I would love an opportunity to chat with you sometime.
Best regards, Habiba.
I’m so glad you liked it. Good luck on your writing and running journey! If you ever want to chat more personally please feel free to send me an email: amira.k.mak AT gmail.com.
“Because running is never about losing weight. (Writing is never about money.) Running is never about changing your body type. (Writing is never about fame.)”
I love that… it’s so true. And it does get hard when you feel like you have to justify your writing to people who don’t understand why you don’t take up a hobby that’ll earn you money, or why you don’t care if you have a billion likes and followers. We shouldn’t have to justify doing something because we love it… and good on you for this next big mountain you’re going to climb!!!
Exactly! The two are totally the same. I love that there are people who write who will never see monetary value from it. Writing is a form of expression, just like drawing or painting. Not everyone needs to make it a profession, and not everything needs a financial justification. Cheers, Jess!
And now I know why people run. I get it. (Not my thing at all, but I get it. 🙂 )
I’ll just stick to the sidelines and cheer you on, love. Go Amira!!!
Thanks, Jess. With a soul like yours, you’re welcome to join me at any stage of the journey 🙂 Thanks for the support.
Wonderful post! I’ve been running for 5 years and blogging for slightly longer and still have problems explaining why I do what I do.
This is so true!!!!
This is beautiful! It’s funny how I’ve also answered the same question in one of my blog entries not too long ago, without even realising what I had written until I had finished writing. Ironic how a simple shower thought can one day make up an entire blog entry. Once again absolutely beautifully written!
Thank you for saying so! Yeah, I think running is pretty intrinsically tied up with the process of artistic creation, especially writing a novel, because they’re both such monumental projects. Thank you for commenting!
😊 lol anytime! I just love how everyone is different and has their own purpose even if they’re doing something similar there’s always a unique element to everyone’s personality. So many people commenting here having themselves, written something similar yet so different. Life is so interesting sometimes, particularly if you’re looking at it from the point of view of the artist you have within your personality. It’s amazing.
Hi! I am new to blogging and am not much of a writer, but I totally empathize with your journey as a runner. I’m also in training for a half-marathon (in May 2016), so I will check in to keep up with your successes and triumphs!