"Whenever I run a marathon my mind goes through the exact same process. Up to nineteen miles I'm sure I can run a good time, but past twenty-two miles I run out of fuel and start to get upset at everything. And at the end I feel like a car that's run out of gas. But after I finish and some time has passed, I forget all the pain and misery and am already planning how I can run an even better time in the next race."
Haruki Murakami is one of my favorite authors, and it just so happens that his new book about running was released the day after I was told to refrain from the same activity until January. Now I fear that my hiatus from running will result not only in the loss of my endurance and sanity, but also my future chances at novel-writing. This book and I are entangled in an intense love-hate relationship right now.