They tell me my great grandfather, on my father’s side, was a great runner. Ran everyday until he died at the age of 86. He was also a preacher. Big legacy to inherit. His son, my grandfather, wasn’t a runner and went to theology school but ended up in iron work. His son, my father, renounced Christianity but not religion and rand for small periods of time but prefering the water.
My religion is pratical and reluctant. My running habit is a re-occuring theme. In elementary school my events in track and field were always the sprints. 100m, 400m. Middle school I nearly got suspended for running in the halls, climaxed with running into, on accident, Mrs. Robinson(1) and bowling her over. High school I ran track and cross country. Slow in both. My yearly mile run for the fitness test styed the same from 5th grade on: 7m25s +/- 10s.
2010 I began running again in Bluebird Park. That was when I first expeirenced a running high. Couldn’t smoke, trying not to drink (too much), heart broken. It was a good time to run.
2015 so rueful and energetic. I discovered the super gym UMSL had just finished in time for my first term. I began running again and timing my self. I reached a two mile in 14m22s giving me a 7m11s miles at 27 years old.
2016 I began running in Forest Park and made a goal of running the 6.8 mile loop. Ive done it in 50 minutees giving me 7m21s miles.
Buddahism has been a running theme in my spiritual history. My parents gott me a zen tarot card set as a kid, the book “The Tao of Sex” was always floating around, my dad kept a copy of the “I Ching”, and through my independent spiritual studies as a youngster I taught my self how to meditate and make space in the mind. Now I’ve joined Refuge Recovery and am learning the three jewels, the four truths, and the eight fold path.
I learned from an essay “Mr. Greengenes” that boys most clearly inherrit their father’s traits because of our Y chromosone. “Clearly” may not be the most precise word, maybe the traits we inherit are more like a running joke than a blue print to understand our fathers.
1. A large, long not fat, lady. 5’11” maybe 6′. She was taller than most teachers.
Stay tuned! Up coming later today is a review and brief analysis of Infinite Jest and next up in my review que is “Nine Stories by J.D. Salinger”. SPOILER ALERT: So far (I’ve read the first 5) its an excellent anthology.