why am I writing about running?

I am not a runner. But I do love my husband who is irrevocably, impossibly, immensely head-over-heels in love with running.

For the past weeks, my head and I have been going thru so much thinking, staring into space, imagining... of what could possibly be the topic of my blogging life resurrected. For one thing, I can no longer blog about my wedding preparations (which lasted for a good 9 to 10 months). My old blog was an online diary of sorts, and I thought maybe I should try to challenge myself by writing about something I know virtually nothing about.

Oh, did I say that I wasn't a runner? I look at runners (or anyone involved in sports for that matter) and think, why are they putting themselves through all this pain? Maybe this blog will become my personal quest to understanding. I would suppose that there are people (wives or significant others) who are in the same boat as me. Or who missed the boat at being sporty during those formative years of hobby-picking. And for those who got on that big boat of dedication to physical activity and competition, I do hope that this writing would amuse, at the very least. If I get to connect by just having an honestly different perspective and some fresh insights, then all the better.

Because at the end of it all, I'm writing out of love (cheesy, I know). I love writing and telling stories. And my husband who loves running.


Anonymous said...

love the blog fozzy! :)

dezphaire said...

thanks bia! it's been a while since i've blogged... wish me luck!

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