from mile to marathon

The journey of a thousand leagues begins from beneath your feet.

Saturday, June 10, 2006


I wanted to do this with sprezzatura – an Italian term for the smooth, nonchalant, princely way. I wanted to do this with elegance and effortlessness. I didn’t aim to drag myself to the finish line, weary and out-of-breath. I wanted to slide with it, to be carried by it, to reach the end with reserves to spare. It was not realistic, but it was a beautiful goal to focus upon.

Here I was, pudgy and flaccid, my muscles rigid with exertion, my lungs darkened by smoke. And I was thinking of the Boston marathon, and how I would run it one day. Run it, not win it. I posses some measure of sanity after all.


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