I wanted to stop so badly today about halfway through my run. I ran the furthest so far accomplishing 2.2 miles. I was excited to get started and felt good, immediately followed by the sensation of extremely heavy legs and breathing that was more rapid than usual so early on. But I did not stop and that is what is important. I am having trouble obtaining the average daily mileage of 2.62 miles I had set for myself.
I am really excited about documenting this whole process and having a venue to express myself through writing. I am no political scientist or politician and I have never paid much attention to modern politics until recently. But the one thing I do know is that I feel helpless and frustrated, unlike any other time in my life. Running everyday makes me feel like I am making the statement, “Hey, Washington, DC, I know you won’t listen to me or anyone else, even though we are screaming in unison, but can you hear me now? Can you hear me? Can you please tell me why the overwhelming majority of Americans do not want most of the bills you keep passing and the changes you keep making? By completely ignoring our opinions are you suggesting that I and the other tens of millions of American citizens who disagree with you are automatically classified as too stupid and incompetent to think for ourselves and to express those ideas?”
“What’s that you say?”
“Oh, okay, you do think that we are all idiots who serve no real use in the department of our own well being. Okay, well I am going to run 2.62 miles every day for over two years and write about it because you are really kind of freaking me out, Washington.”
I have no real plan here with what I am doing. Here is fair warning to much rambling, jumpiness from one subject to another, and raw lack of expertise in political journalism and blogging. All I can do is speak from my heart with the urgent belief that others feel the same way that I do. I simply feel driven to do it. And at the end of the day, if this amazing country should ever become anything different from what it has always been, fundamentally, at least I can say that I did something, as small as it is, to fight Obama, his administration, and his change.
2,071.3 miles to go.
I am really excited about documenting this whole process and having a venue to express myself through writing. I am no political scientist or politician and I have never paid much attention to modern politics until recently. But the one thing I do know is that I feel helpless and frustrated, unlike any other time in my life. Running everyday makes me feel like I am making the statement, “Hey, Washington, DC, I know you won’t listen to me or anyone else, even though we are screaming in unison, but can you hear me now? Can you hear me? Can you please tell me why the overwhelming majority of Americans do not want most of the bills you keep passing and the changes you keep making? By completely ignoring our opinions are you suggesting that I and the other tens of millions of American citizens who disagree with you are automatically classified as too stupid and incompetent to think for ourselves and to express those ideas?”
“What’s that you say?”
“Oh, okay, you do think that we are all idiots who serve no real use in the department of our own well being. Okay, well I am going to run 2.62 miles every day for over two years and write about it because you are really kind of freaking me out, Washington.”
I have no real plan here with what I am doing. Here is fair warning to much rambling, jumpiness from one subject to another, and raw lack of expertise in political journalism and blogging. All I can do is speak from my heart with the urgent belief that others feel the same way that I do. I simply feel driven to do it. And at the end of the day, if this amazing country should ever become anything different from what it has always been, fundamentally, at least I can say that I did something, as small as it is, to fight Obama, his administration, and his change.
2,071.3 miles to go.
