I am often asked what I think about as I run. Usually the people who ask this have never run long distances themselves. I always ponder the question. What exactly do I think about when I run? I dont have a clue. On cold days I guess I think a little about how cold it is. And about the heat on hot days. When I'm sad I think a little about sadness. When I'm happy I think a little about happiness. Random memories came to me too. But really as I run, I dont think much of anything worth mentioning. I just run. I run in a void. Or maybe I should put it the other way: I run in order to acquire a void.

The sky both exists and doesn't exist. IT has substances and at the same time it doesn't. And we merely accept that vast expanse and drink it in