Folks who rhapsodize about running like to emphasize how time spent running allows you to move beyond linear thinking to free-associate, problem-solve in creative ways, etc. But what happens when that goes awry? This morning my run put me into a lovely zen-mind space in which I found myself ruminating on a couple of pressing projects and getting good, creative ideas for how to tackle them. However, I got so preoccupied that I failed to realize I had somehow cut my usual route short and was back at home again, about 15 minutes too soon. Oops.
On the running front, here's an early holiday gift idea for those of you with runners in your lives: Haruki Murakami's short but lovely memoir, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. I bought it this summer and finally got to it this week. Murakami is also a (hugely famous) novelist (whose novels, I'm embarrassed to say, I've never read), so there's also lots in the book about the relationship between running and writing.