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One of my running routes.

Hello, nerds!

So let me ask you something… Do you like to run? I’m not talking about treadmills (screw that noise), no. Are you like me and get a great sense of purpose when you put on gym shoes and brave the elements outside? When you start to take off, do you feel like you could go on for miles and miles? Do you despise the wind nipping on your ears and the cold air stinging in your lungs, but you eventually grow warm enough to ignore it? Once that second wind hits, does adrenaline overpower your entire body so it feels like you’re being pulled forward?

It’s my second favorite thing to do.

Of course, it’s different in the summer. The sun pounds on you like a hammer after the first mile. You need sunscreen, sunglasses and a hat to protect yourself and you wear something light and easy to move in. (Don’t wear tank-tops for the love of god. You’ll thank me later.) Preferably, you go running either early or at twilight, otherwise you’ll feel like death half-way through. No matter, you’ll still get that rush of adrenaline – the famous second wind – which happens right after you think you’re going to collapse. Maybe it’s a fight-or-flight thing. I don’t know the science behind it.

For me, running turns into a state of meditation after a while. Usually, my thoughts travel to whatever story I’m working on. That might be another reason why I love it.


Poetry books from the library, Sense & Sensibility, notebooks and coffee.

The sub-header to Author on Adventure says, “the chronicle of a writer who can be found at her desk or on the road.”

The latter has been true lately. I run more often now that spring has arrived and it has become a must by now. If I go without running for too long, it feels as though my body gets bottled up with negative energy. (People less hokey call it ‘stress’ or ‘anxiety’ I suppose, ha ha.) No amount of writing can make that go away. I literally have to shake it off with a nice run. As I’m typing this, I haven’t put on my tennis shoes for three days, so as soon as I leave you guys, I’ll head out. It’s raining, but I’ll manage. I’ve run in the rain before… and in snow and in the dark.

Two other ways I’ve been on the road lately are by going to my local library and physical bookstores more often, and by looking for a new way to make a living. I don’t make money as a writer yet and I don’t want to work as a cook long-term or continue relying on Medicaid. It’s too early to talk about my job situation, because I’m only now starting to figure out what to do with myself. It’s tricky since I have such a burning passion for books and it’s tricky to find any writing or publishing jobs here in metro-Detroit.

What do you guys do to relax and collect your thoughts? Is there any kind of routine you need to get yourself through the day? I’d love to hear about it.

The rain is letting up, so that’s my window. Ciao, friends!