Purpose

I started this blog quite awhile ago in hopes that it would help me find a voice.  I want to really write, and I figured this was a good place to get more practice.  Then I couldn't think of what to write.  Not exactly that, I guess.  It was more like I couldn't think of anything to write about daily (or weekly) on one topic or anything of interest to me.  That stymied me.  So I tripped along very irregularly.  I also realized that no one reads this, so I could really write about anything in any way without fear of ridicule, judgment, or embarrassment.  Even that realization didn't propel me onward.

Recently (29 days ago), I began training for my first full marathon.  These days, that is not that remarkable of an endeavor, but it is still something that not very many people decide to do.  I am not reaching around to pat myself on the back here.  On the day I was running my loooonnnnnggg for last week (9 miles), I thought about the fact that training for something difficult (something that you aren't even sure you will be able to complete) is a metaphor for life.  There is some material here.

So it begins.  Again.