It’s funny, I’ve always been a solitary runner, a solitary writer, a solitary…everything. Well, not everything, of course. But for all the little things I’m passionate about, the ones that make me me, I’ve often resisted bringing other people into my process.
And the more I think about it, process is such an incomplete word. I’ve been reading about mindfulness and meditation of late, so when I really consider my approach to these solitary passions, perhaps the better word is practice.
But I’ve opened up my practice to include others recently. Starting with attending the SCBWI conference in Los Angeles this past July, I’ve found a great group of writers that I feel connected to. We’ve even started a solid in-person crit group, and extending the practice of writing to include this type of interaction, collaboration, and cooperation has been invaluable. Of course, I’ve always had beta readers, but this is different…this is about bringing people into the very beginnings of an idea, when even I don’t know where it’s headed. There’s a vulnerability, yes. But also so much potential.
Likewise running. I’m not at the point of joining a running club. The best thing for me is to be able to roll out of bed, get my shoes on, and head out the door. That’s not time I’m willing to share with anyone else. But when a running friend suggested doing this relay race, my first thought was “I’m in.”
Total paradigm shift.
187 miles. 11 runners. Here’s hoping we really do it….