A Perfect Insanity

A certain group of people, athletes rather, have come to my attention of having reached a state of mind characteristic of their own category. As athletes, they are different than others in work ethic, commitment, relation to their sport, and the undeniable bonds with their colleagues. As people, society could quite adequately label them as "insane." However, these monumental trailblazers in the areas of physical, psychological, and spiritual fitness have achieved perfection in self expression through sport. This particular and peculiar category of athletes are known as simply yet summatively:
Runners.

Running as a sport is neither exciting, money-making, or particularly popular in the all-too-common Football worshipping countries of today's "modern and advanced" world in which, simply, money IS everything. Sad I am to say most people have not the ability to see past the glamour, fortune, and luxuries usually seen with the celebrity/athlete caste of the materialistic hierachy, as recorded in tabloids next to Britney's slip up of the month. In sum, the running sport is pointless, dull and not beneficial in most ways.

However, participants of the sport drudge on through the hard commitment of constant training and complete balance of nutrition and bodily care. To what aim, purpose, goal, or objective do these "crazy" people strive?

To understand their higher level of thinking, one must cease to consider the idea of running as a sport. Running is different than any other in that it is a complete, transcendental lifesyle. It changes its athletes( if they can even be called that, considering we think of running as life not sport) and allows them to transcend the limits of material rewards others enjoy for their sports. They rise to a level of euphoria, a sort of natural high, rare and unique to the style of living. There are those who walk the middle path(in moderation), attempting to balance normal life and the runner's lifestyle, but these aren't quite the breed of runner the other portion is. Those who fully surrender to the transformation to "insanity" become perfectly adept at surpassing limits, restrictions, and expectations. They are perfect in showing their emotions in their runs, and can escape the troubles of the down to earth life(stress from school, work, struggling emotions, etc.). All chains to a stressful, unfair, and criminally lax life melt away as the runner drifts into a mental paradise.

This is their underlying philosophy, key to better living, secret of everlasting life that drives, pushes, and controls runners lives, who truly live more than any other.

I believe that in joining these remarkable individuals I have learned to better myself as a person physically and psychologically. That I have broken free from the shackles of mediocracy pulling me down to earth. That, as part of this new and ever expanding family that I have come to love and cherish with all heart, I shed my former self and spread my wings, joining those in flight above people of the norm.

I cannot express adequately how much I am both grateful to running and those who helped me in my endeavours. To those who continue to make me desire to be part of the crazy, hectic lifestyle of the perfect "athlete" I bid good fortune to you and your family for many generations to come. For it is you that makes me proud to say in the face of the always cruel, shunning world:

I am a runner.
I am perfectly insane.


Always yours,
Jordan Buencamino

A Blog about The Blog

blog-noun -a personal chronological log of thoughts published on a Web page

Close enough.
To me the blog is a place to let loose the built up, caged, restricted, held back, unsaid, unheard, or otherwise untold feelings and emotions where in today's society would cruise in one earhole and come out the other at a top speed of Mach 4.

Whereas the average human's attention span is about 20 minutes, the amount of time to fully express the confound workings of a fully functional, emotional and feeling mind would take the lifetimes of every tapioca slurping, wisdom filled tenants of a retirement home well past its own max occupancy.

I can beg, plead, adjure, desire, and fight as much as I want, but most of the abstract and materially minded creatures that roam in Vans and Hollister will but hear me and move on in their droll, possession-dictated lives.

However, if you ever feel the need to escape the rat race, the usual routine, or other nicknames you have thus made for the entrapment of the usual prospects in daily life, venture into my mental haven, paradise, utopia, in which maybe, just maybe, you can reach a level of enlightenment only to be matched in a book with gold leaf paper, preached to people en masse every Sunday of every week of every month, so on and so forth.

If you decide to cross this threshold, I ask of but a favor singular in nature.

Don't hear me: Listen to me.