Running and Writing

Haruki Murakami: What I Talk about when I Talk...
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Day 3 word count: 5,438

Tonight I got a late start because I snuck off to the gym and spent 40 minutes running on the treadmill. I was inspired by Haruki Murakami, whose book What I Talk About When I Talk About Running I’m reading right now. (I have a shocking amount of free time when I’m not on Facebook). This is a memoir about his life as a runner and as a novelist, both of which he started doing when he was 33 years old. I thought, I’m 33 years old. I’m starting a novel (albeit my third, but hopefully the first I’ll complete). I enjoy running. Maybe I should start running regularly and longer distances/times, just like Murakami did.

I appreciate the similarities between his experience as a novelist and my personality as a writer. He writes about how he likes being alone and how he never feels lonely even though he writes for several hours a day (alone) and runs for an hour a day (alone). This kind of thing is always somewhat reassuring to me. Perhaps my preference for being alone is an asset rather than a liability (or an oddity, in this largely extroverted world). I always find it comforting to see similarities between my personality and the personalities of writers whose work I like and admire. Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m not always comforted when I see similarities between, say, myself and Sylvia Plath.

At any rate, I loved the run, but it did set me back about an hour in my plan for the evening. Tonight, for the first time, I found myself checking the word count multiple times and being surprised every time when I’d not yet reached 1,667 words yet. Hopefully I’ll find “flow” again, at least part of the time I’m writing this month. I suppose I’m setting it up to maximize my chances.

I suppose it’s time to get to bed. The kids don’t care if I’ve gone to bed late. They get up when they want to whether I’m ready to stop sleeping or not. And if mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy, so I’d best try to at least not be miserable from lack of sleep. (Oh, and when I Googled that phrase to make sure I’d gotten it right, or at least wrong in the same way others have gotten it wrong, I found this blog. Looks right up my alley (I actually intended to read the book she mentions, but someone else had it on hold when I went to renew it). Something else for me to do when I’m not checking Facebook every 23 seconds).

3 Replies to “Running and Writing”

  1. Thanks for linking to my blog. The book that I discuss in the post you mention actually discusses the idea of “flow” as it relates to happiness. I hope you’ll be able to get it from your library.

    I enjoyed your post. Thanks!

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  2. I have read that memoir numerous times and was thrilled to see it on your kitchen table! Like you, I related to his seemingly obnoxious (at least to most of society) amount of alone time that he enjoyed. I hope you like it as much as I do!
    And good luck on NaNoWriMo! ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  3. you are not the only nanowrimo friend i have who blogged about running and writing today, except hers was a comparison between marathons and novel writing ๐Ÿ™‚

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