Until I get a feel for what I am doing in this blog, it seems reasonable to write what I know. There are going to be pieces about running and competition. I am going to spend a lot of time writing about myself. Being self-absorbed will lead me to write about myself all too often. Writing about myself may help Ann and John to know their whacko father a little better. It might not do me any harm, either.
I had hoped this would be a cathartic exercise; that it would be good for my mental health; a form of self-psychoanalysis, just like the effects of running. So far it seems to be having the opposite effect. All too many nights I toss and turn in bed thinking about topics for future posts, and sentences and phrases I might use. What should I say, and more importantly, what should I not say. I did not sleep much after my first post.
Quite frankly, I am afraid that no one will enjoy this blog except me. During my periodic delusions of adequacy I imagine an audience greater than my wife and two adult children, but that is too much to hope for. The kids will say it is good because that is what they are supposed to say. If it isn't any good, so what; I am not supposed to care, right? Yeah, right.
There are all too many movies with a wise old sage in them saying not to dwell on the past. I hope that it will shortly become clear to me whether to abandon this pursuit or keep at it, because I intend to dwell on the past quite a bit. I’ve enjoyed writing this blog a lot already. I hope to be brave enough to occasionally write about the unpleasant experiences as well as the pleasant ones. My first post briefly headed in that direction.
With great fear and trepidation I share with you the following, and, well, the former pieces I’ve already posted. This is a public web page which could be read by anyone and everyone, at least I like to hope so. I will stick to first names to protect the innocent and remain generally nebulous.
Is it a bit odd to be posting an introduction and general apology mid-blog?
Anyway, this will be the last of my posts to engage in apologies.
It’s time to get on with the mission.
OK TJ:
ReplyDeleteSince you said you were worried that no one was reading this....here's some feedback.
Your Job is boring you? No kids at home to keep you busy anymore?
Hey, I think it's interesting, but once it's done you'll need to find another hobby, now that your running is devolving into the creep-along phase, and you've read every book in the library.
UBill