I just finished this book by Haruki Murakami. It wasn't anything amazing, but I found it fairly entertaining, I think mostly because its a book about running by a normal guy. Its just a guy who not overly fast that enjoys running and what he thinks about it. There were several passages in the book that really grabbed me though. Here's a couple:
...I'm going to keep running marathons, and not let it get me down. Even when I grow old and feeble, when people warn me it's about time to throw in the towel, I won't care. As long as my body allows, I'll keep on running. Even if my time gets worse, I'll keep on putting in as much effort--perhaps even more effort--toward my goal of finishing a marathon. I don't care what others say--that's just my nature , the way I am.
But pain seems to be a precondition for this kind of sport. If pain weren't involved, who in the world would ever go to the trouble of taking part in sports like triathlon or the marathon, which demand such an investment of time and energy? It's precisely because we want to overcome that pain, that we can get the feeling, through this process, of really being alive--or at least a partial sense of it.
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