Running Over Hours

I didn’t grow up running, and for a long time I avoided it. Running felt like punishment. Runners, in my mind, were a different kind of person.

I also have a habit of going all in on things and then walking away from them. I research too much, commit too hard, rearrange my life, and convince myself this time it will stick. Eventually it doesn’t, and I’m left more tired than satisfied.

Running stayed. Not because it was exciting or impressive, but because it wasn’t. It’s repetitive and slow. You show up, or you don’t, but the kilometers still get logged. Over time, that became grounding instead of boring.

This blog is a record of learning what it means to run for a long time. It’s also a way of noticing what happens when the hours stretch and effort accumulates. Right now, that means training for my first 24-hour race (in June 2026) and paying attention to what changes along the way.

I’m writing from the middle of it. I’ve run enough to know this isn’t a phase, but not long enough to pretend I understand it yet. There’s no finished philosophy here and no clear ending. Just showing up, writing things down, and continuing.