All posts tagged: The Ataxian

Why I Run

I just turned around the first corner of a 5K run along San Francisco’s Embarcadero, when I enumerate the reasons why I may not be breathing normally: is it the humid air in the morning, some kind of chemical poison, or just my fertile imagination? I choose the latter, given that I woke up early to arrive here on time, and I could still be in one of those anxiety dreams in which you never reach your destination for some absurd reason. In a sense, it is like a dream for someone like me to participate in organized runs, some of which have serious athletes leading the pack. I sign up on a web site, and they give me a bib number, a timing chip, and a t-shirt that I won’t wear at this race because I’m too cool and unique in my clothing style. Then on the day of the race, I have to get up and show up, but for a moment I am just as good looking as the top athlete at …