Purpose

I like running. I've liked running since I started doing cross country and track my freshmen year of high school and I still enjoy it although to a much lesser extent time and distance-wise. Why I enjoy it is often beyond me, it hurts and over time will probably permanently cripple my joints.

The thing that has been pissing me off lately is that running as we do it today, putting on short synthetic shorts and shirts and clicking our watch on could not be more removed from our historical animal past roots to running.

In the motherfuckin good old days running was from predators or after prey, it was a desperate, visceral act, with ones survival depending on it.

I yearn for a return to those days, when the stakes were fucking high and shit meant shit.

As a result I'm incorporating way more nuts and berries into my diet in a slow, but determined effort to turn into a bear, a predator worthy of anyone's appreciation.