Much Ado About Nothing

It has been over a month since my last blog post.  When I started this blog back in April, I had this idea that I was suppose to be hammering out an entry at least every other day filled with some intellectual musings or poignantly introspective works; as though I were to make some contribution to the literary world with my blogging.  A very grandiose idea indeed.

Instead what I have discovered by digitally traipsing through others' blogs is that such a high bar certainly isn't necessary.  Not only unnecessary but in some sense defeats the purpose of what the casual blog - such as mine - is really all about: connecting and sharing.  While my blog has (mostly) been about running, it is also about life and in the month or so that I've neglected making an entry here life did not pause to wait for me to record its happenings.

Not the One Man's blog.

The problem is the very bar that I set for myself in every endeavor.  It is high.  Loftily so.  To a degree that I more often than not fail myself.  Instead of enjoying the sharing of the day-to-day running, fitness, and living experiences, I set myself up for failure by expecting shades of Thoreau in my blogging.  However, I do not live near forests or ponds, and the only minimalist living that I'm the least bit interested in involves only my Vibrams.  Therefore to expect poetry and prose within the One Man's blog at such an august level is more than pure folly.  An expectation that I will consciously have to work to dismiss.

So in an effort to make up for my lack of sharing, I offer the following synopsis of the last month:

In the month since my last posting I have worked more, ran less, spent more time in the gym strength training, and given much better attention to my diet.  I have found fulfillment in a few successes, suffered through the disappointment of many more failures (most at a political and bureaucratic level), and at times floated in the melancholy of daily repetition.  I have been disgusted, angered, stressed, sleep-deprived, and assailed.  I have also passed through quiet moments of contentment, experienced self-satisfaction, and felt my heart fill to over-flowing.  In short, I have been living my life.

As I have committed to this blogging venture, in the future I will strive to make more regular entries; some perhaps with no intrinsic value (contrary to my innate expectations).  Regardless of the quantity or quality that may or may not come, one thing is certain: the One Man remains.