Recently finished reading Born to Run by Christopher McDougall:

Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Super Athletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen

I hate to use cliches, but the terms, “page-turner” and “couldn’t tear myself away” come to mind as I think about this book. A few revelations from this book:

• Barefoot (or close to) is better than any engineering marvel Nike has ever come up with. Oh, and throw away those orthotics.
• Run with people. Run for the joy of it. Run for Love.
• Running is an art.
• Everyone was meant to run.

This book gives me hope that everyone can do great things, that everyone can find happiness in simplicity, and that everyone can be at peace with the world. It inspired me to take two jogs, one before the sun came up and the other not too long ago. I chucked my orthotics for both. “Easy, Light, and Smooth…” either it was the book playing mind games on me, or running was all of the above. “If it seems like you’re working, you’re working too hard,” as one of the coaches in the book says.

And then it clicked. Running was the final link between dance and all the other movement technologies I was involved with. Running or walking. When I’d said that I wanted my every movement to be dance, this is what I’d meant without knowing it. Rediscovering the joy of running instead of the pain of injury or orthotics. Independence on a primally physical level.

So…who wants to run with me?