FIRST POST: FAR RUN? FART FUN!
I spend a lot of time scrolling through Insta. Swipe: fit human striding through mountains. Swipe: fit human’s feet on pavement. Swipe: fit human lifting heavy things. It’s all grit, strength, sweat and grace. Actually, that’s a lie. I follow a lot of random shit– amid all the #realrunning pics, there are some other things. I’ve got some comics about periods, people from high school (#judgingyousohard lol jk, though not really for some), random celebrities (Pablo Schrieber le sigh, Danielle Brooks #yqy), Lindy West (#whyfatladysomeantobaby-men is a national treasure) etc etc etc etcetcetcssdfweo
OK! Enough about Instagram Nicole! Jeesus. My point should have been shorter and sweeter. So let me correct my rambling opening paragraph. My interwebs adventures lead me to believe that runner types have doubled down on a specific angle for running-specific social media. That angle exists somewhere in the realm of inspirational, motivational, zen, and namaste || namaslay. And I think that’s all great. I actually love it. I follow, I like, I comment, I turn my phone around and show my husband (‘LOOK AT HOW FUCKING STRONG SHE IS’).
Despite my love of all these great accounts, I wanted to make a running blog that isn’t in that genre. Maybe this is just a space to document:
- my worst fears while running: pooping. my. pants.
- thoughts on the team
- NYC specific gripes: rollie suitcases, traffic in Central Park, poop in Central Park, people just randomly standing in the running lane in Central Park (do you see a pattern?)
- running community comments
- long feminist rants (95% OF MY INNER MONOLOGUE– THIS IS ALL CAPS BC MY INNER VOICE IS USUALLY SCREAMING)
- politics #nevertrump
- the intersection of all of these things
- or none of these things #steveharveyisadumpsterfire
I love that our little squad connects over social media. But sometimes FB or Insta isn’t the best platform to fully express our thoughts and feelings. Also I think you all are super smart and I’d love to hear your thoughts.