Well I started reading another recommended book called The Memory of Running. Let’s just say I wanted to run away from it. Blah, didn’t really enjoy the 1/3 of it that I read. I usually finish a book to see the whole picture, but I couldn’t really get into it. It moved back and forth between his sad reality and his sad past…nothing in it really grabbed my attention. Maybe I couldn’t just couldn’t connect to his life or his struggles.
that’s all running is… sad memories.. that’s why we don’t pay anyone to run… you don’t see the book ‘the memory of football playing’ do you?