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Trains, Training and Trying Again

Dear Reader,

When the train arrived at Fort William, I changed my seat for the fourth time hoping to improve my view of the Scottish Highlands which were being drenched in turns by Sun and Rain.  Before the train pulled away from the station, two men came and sat down at my table. 

Conversation naturally turned to why we were each on that particular southbound train on that day.  I explained that I had been unable to find a hotel room in Edinburgh for Saturday evening due to the Edinburgh marathon, and had therefore chosen to spend Saturday night in Mallaig. They in turn described to me their two days of training for the West Highland Way Race, where participants have 35 hours to run 95 miles.   I'm not sure what impressed me more, that they would set themselves the goal of completing a 95 mile race in under 20 hours, or that they ran 40+ miles on Sunday and were still able to have a coherent conversation with me afterwards.

One of the runners, John, has kept a blog for several years detailing his running goals and describing what he's learned as he's become an accomplished ultra-runner.  (He was kind enough to mention me here.) 

John got me thinking about this blog.  It's been 5 months to the day since my last post.  I guess after two years in England, the novelty has worn off!!  Work continues to hand me a busy travel schedule, and my social group continues to be composed primarily of colleagues.

It seems sensible to follow John's example and focus the blog on something new now that I've mostly settled in to my life in England, but I'm not sure that I have any goals of such compelling interest that anyone will want daily updates on them.  Even though I have set a new goal of blogging at least once a week, the only thing more boring than writing about the writing process is reading writing about the writing process.  But I either have to write something or close the blog. 

So, for some unforeseeable amount of time, blog posts will be about whatever I feel like, while I try to find a new focus.  Currently my personal goals include reading more and expanding my social circles, so future posts may contain philosophical contemplations inspired by whatever is currently loaded on my Sony eReader or descriptions of the complete strangers (like John and Ross) who are subjected to my chatty self introductions.  I may also throw in Biblical reflection, cultural anecdotes and the occasional travel photo as well.

I hope you enjoy them.
Keep in touch,
LeAn 
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  1. Janet AndersonFriday, May 27, 2011

    Mayhap your posts are interesting to me because I'm your mother :o) but they help me get to know my daughter's inner most thoughts [at least some of them]
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