Over the years, I’d profess that running nurtured my writing. In fact, that is the idea behind Rite2Run, which is a play on words that can be reversed and extrapolated to mean Run to Write. Don’t give it too much thought; it likely makes sense only to me. Lately though, I’m finding the title of my blog more literal, because now my writing is nurturing my running.
I had gone through a couple down years with my running. In 2009 I had arthroscopic surgery on my right knee twice, and my orthopedic surgeon warned me that I had what he referred to as, “more arthritis than I like to see.” He had first mentioned my arthritic knees when I had surgery on my left knee in 2003, and suggested I think about running shorter distances, like the 5K or 10K. I didn’t rehab as quickly in my fifties as I had earlier in life and reluctantly resolved to the notion I may have to abandon the marathon.
Creativity and writing production plummeted in tandem with lower running mileage. I was still pumping out narrative, but the freedom of thought I enjoyed during long runs was absent. Whenever I was stuck on an article or couldn’t find the breakthrough for a short story, I’d hit the trail for an hour-run and, inevitably, the endorphins would kick in and release the thoughts and words I craved. All would be well.
Then 2011 came along and I signed up for a seven-mile trail run in February and ran better than I had in years. I began my Rite2Run blog in April and by the summer I was running pain-free. Twenty-two posts later I entered a half-marathon and, remarkably, finished stronger than I ever could have imagined.
Now 2012 is right around the corner and the harder I write, the easier the miles unfold along the trail. I’m beginning to feel another marathon emerging in this aging body of mine. Perhaps Rite2Run was a premonition after all.