I had a job that required that I run in order to keep said job. This was not running for leisure. No that wasn’t going to happen. I ran against my employer’s clock. A clock that I never saw.
I was adventurally able to run fast enough to please the clock. Since the clock was pleased I was hired. I never ran again.
So now at the ripe age of 58 I have started running. Do I love it? Nope. So why do it? Well I found that I come up with some pretty good ideas while my feet hit the pavement. That sort of surprised me Who doesn’t want the key to creativity. So now I run. I am only up to 2 miles but that is ok. I am sort of proud of myself. Another benefit – improved self.
So I run therefore I paint. 😎