Last week, I went for one of the best runs I’ve ever, well, run. I was in Manhattan – and I just flew around the place. It was a mini-exploration that began when it was still dark outside and things were relatively quiet, and ended in winter’s muted daylight, the City in full motion.
I ran around cases of food being piled into restaurants and crowds of people pouring up and out of the subway. I saw a lot of dogs – some tragically wearing sweaters. I finally, and only, stopped because I had to shower and get to a meeting. I could have kept running all day.
Now, my mother will tell you that ‘order’ has never been my thing. She loves right angles and, you know, cleanly arranged things. I’m more of a believer in the chaos theory. It’s how I cook, it’s how I write this blog , it seems to be how I love – following the gut, the heart and some other good body parts.
But, when I’m running and when I’m writing for clients, I love order. I seek it out, I set it up. I love ticking off the neat little markers along the way. I think it was part of why that run was so damn good – the progress towards my destination of, say, 33rd street could be easily measured as I raced up the clearly numbered city blocks. I knew how far I’d to gone, I knew how far I had to go.
When I’m writing – especially a big project. I stake out points along the way like these city streets. By the chapter, by the page, by the section. Again, I know just how much I’ve accomplished and just how much I have left to do. And the best days of writing, like the best days of running, are the ones when ‘what’s left to do’ is never enough, when I never, ever want to stop.
Image credit: ShellyS
By the way, I guest posted on AngEngland’s blog today, writing about Knowing Your Value (and getting paid for it)…part of a series she’s doing on better blogging.