Unlike the Japanese author Haruki Murakami who thinks of
various things when he’s running, as in “What I Talk About When I Talk About
Running”, I don’t think about anything lofty when I’m running. Most of the time, it’s all terribly
quotidian, like when is the next water stop, or what should I have for
breakfast, or my toenail is hurting.
When I do think about running, I often think about Forrest
Gump, the character brilliantly portrayed by Tom Hanks in the 1994 movie of the
same name. I think about Forrest Gump
because, in the movie, on a sudden impulse, he started to run and he didn’t
stop, running clear across the Continent and achieving a cult-like status in
the process.
