It’s par for the course these days that I am late for someone’s birthday. It’s a character flaw I hoped never to acquire; I used to be impeccable on my timing and remembrances. Now, though, my life is like a top that spin evermore rapidly, so sweet moments like birthdays of friends and family members come and go and all I’ve done is thought, “Shit. I forgot again.” This includes the 4-year birthday of Pigtails Flying, which occurred on Friday, January 27.
My dear readers shouldn’t be surprised that I am late to celebrate my blog’s inception–after all, it’s been well over a year since my posts went from showing up four times a week to four times a month. Actually, four times a month means we all got lucky–usually it’s more like once a month.
When I first started blogging, I loved how it made me pay attention in a new way to my surroundings and experiences. I listened to my thoughts more when I ran, since I often used that reflection as a subtext for my post that evening. I wrote to find my voice and style; I wrote to amuse; I wrote to gain a readership. I also used my blog as a way to meet other runners in New York City.
My height of my blogging was during my training for the 2008 New York City Marathon. I did most of my runs after work, so I’d post about the workout right after I did it. I loved that routine, everything was immediate and the writing was the final step in processing my day, by examining the meaning and narrative of my life through my training. Sometimes I was explicit; usually I tried to write in code.
My blog kept me sane through disappointments due to injury, relationship rifts, and a long loneliness. Even when I wasn’t posting, I’d go back and read old entries to remember quick races, happy moments, and shitty parts of life that I managed to survive.
I like to write, I can do it well enough that it is generally enjoyable for me and for my readers. Even more than that I love writing about my running, and turning an activity that has a narrow focus into something that non-runners will appreciate. Since really, I’m trying to write about life.
Happy birthday, Pigtails Flying. Here’s wishing I get to spend more time in your excellent company in this, your fifth year.
- My first post ever. (Earlier posts were ported over from my MySpace blog about a year after I’d been writing on WordPress.)
- My most-read post. (Not what you think.)
- 1st Birthday post.
- 2nd Birthday post.
- I did not write a 3rd Birthday post; last January sucked balls.