Sunday, July 25, 2010

I Do

Mr. and Mrs. Chris and Kari Snyder
I feel compelled to talk about weddings. After all, it is wedding season. Plus, my brother just got married, so it will suffice to say that ceremonies of unity have been on my mind a lot lately. My brother's wedding can be summed up in one word — perfect. The ceremony was beautifully spectacular and the reception was wildly fun. Every aspect of the wedding was exceptional, and, most importantly, the love between the bride and the groom was evident. Numerous guests stated that it was the best wedding they had ever attended; it was the type of wedding that could make even the most commitment-phobic individuals trade their inhibitions for a walk down the aisle. Yes, the wedding of Chris Snyder and Kari Reichard was perfect. It was the type of wedding in which the bride and the groom say "I do," and mean it; they mean they are in this thing for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. They mean forever.

But forever is a really long time, and forever is not for everyone. Cameron Diaz recently expressed this sentiment in an interview with UK's Stylist magazine.
"I think the biggest misconception in our society is that we're supposed to meet the one when we're 18 and we're supposed to get married to them and love them for the rest of our lives. Bullshit. Who would want to be with the same person for 80 years? Why not break it up a little bit?"
That is an interesting concept, Cameron. I totally agree.

Like I said, forever is not for everyone. Forever is for some people. For instance, I do think forever is for Chris and Kari. I think they will grow old together and celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary surrounded by family and friends, and I think that is beautiful. However, I also think it would be beautiful for a person to experience the mind-blowing rush of new love at the ripe old age of 75.

Love is supposed to be fun, and words like "until death do us part" only make love scary.

So my advice is this: fall in love. Fall in love and stay in love, or fall in love and fall out of love and then fall in love again. Do whatever you want with your forever; spend it with The One or divide it amongst The Few. Do not get caught up in society's "rules" on marriage, just get caught up in love.

As for me, I do want to fall in love and have a perfect wedding like my brother's.

In fact, I want to do this at least five times.

Weddings are way too much fun to have just one.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

The Runner's High

Last week, I felt compelled to run five miles. I run on a (mostly) daily basis. However, I usually log a consistent three miles per workout. On that particular Tuesday, I felt it necessary to increase my mileage; I needed to escape.

Yes, running is my escape. I have not done, nor do I ever plan on doing, hard drugs. But I like getting high — from running. To me, running is a drug, and I am totally addicted. Running certainly involves a level of physicality. However, running is also very much a mental thing. When I run my legs follow a monotonous pattern, yet my mind swirls across unknown depths; my feet go straight, yet my thoughts follow no semblance of a linear path.

As I run, I think myself through a million different scenarios and become inspired by countless observations and ideas. My brain wanders and wonders until I am in a completely different place, a euphoric land of bliss. Running gives me new perspective on my problems and worries. Running enlightens me to the possibilities of life; nothing can hold me down.

I think drugs do this too.

Sometimes, I run with a friend. I do this when I want to indulge in a shared experience of elation. Sometimes, I run alone. I do this when I need to break free from real world struggles.

This, again, seems drug-like.

I love running. I use it, abuse it, and rely on it to boost my mood. 

Running is a drug.

I hope the FDA never catches on.

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