I Died Today in the Middle of a Two-hour Run

“Most of the people in this story are alive and I was writing it very carefully to not have anybody identifiable.” – Ernest HemingwayRite2Run

There is a belief that fiction is based on an author’s life experience. Ernest Hemingway was an ambulance driver in Italy during World War I, which is the story line for Farewell to Arm, and John Steinbeck’s closest friend, Ed Ricketts, was the basis for the character Doc in Cannery Row. This leads me to a fictional running story that appeared recently in Every Day Fiction.

I conjured up I Died Today in the Middle of a Two-hour Run one day last summer while on a two-hour run along a country road that passes a lamb farm. The way in which I describe that run—the rhythm of the body in motion, hypnotic pant of the heart, each breath ever so softly entered my lungs and then whispered out through my mouth, the sanctity of sweat—would have been impossible had I not been a lifelong distance runner. That is not to say that a non-runner can’t imagine such feelings, but experience enables a writer who is also a runner to dig deep and translate those feelings into words. Run in the Sun

I’d written many times about the relationship between running and writing—how a soaking sweat loosens up the ideas when stuck in a writer’s block. I take to the trails when I am searching for an odd trait for a character, or an unusual ending to a story, like the mattress made of those little balls inside Guinness cans that will be my final resting place.

I once read that the president of Columbia University devises speeches while on his morning run, and Flea of the Red Hot Chili Pepper’s, says that he expresses himself with his body by running the same way he expresses himself as a musician by playing the bass. I believe that it is all relative. People who express themselves through all types of physical activity, whether carpentry, painting or organic gardening, find that place, that sweet spot, where they discover creativity.

A two-hour fictional run may not be as good for your cardiovascular system as an actual two-hour run, but I believe it is effective exercise for the mind. And age has taught me that the key to maintaining fitness is to the exercise both the body and the mind. Body-mind, and then add one more ingredient to the formula—spirit. That will be a discussion for another day.Marathon Finish

About Jim Brennan

Jim writes from Bucks County, PA. and runs most places his travels take him.
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8 Responses to I Died Today in the Middle of a Two-hour Run

  1. Runoffwriter says:

    Hey, Jim~

    Started looking through your blog last night and realized there’d be too much I’d want to read and I’d never get a good night’s sleep before my race this morning, so had to put it off until today…

    Enjoying wandering about. So glad you happened by my blog so I could arrive at yours. Following.

    • Jim Brennan says:

      I’m glad you came along for the ride. I need young runners, and writers, like you to keep me honest, keep me real, and keep me fresh. Hope your race went well. Good luck with branching out.

  2. gorunjess says:

    Thank you for this post Jim. I’m fairly new to blogging about my running, but it has reminded me of how much I loved to write. I’ve picked up a journal again and am following a routine of writing for at least 10 minutes a day. We’ll see where that takes me!

    • Jim Brennan says:

      Thanks for checking in, Jess. You are on the right track. The one resounding piece of writing advice you will hear from any writer is to write consistently. Carve out time, even if it’s ten minutes a day. Hopefully it will take you somewhere wonderful. Good luck!

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