I’m running again, which is almost exactly like writing in a number of respects:
It doesn’t need half the specialist equipment some people make on.
You spend ages putting off doing it.
You spend a lot of time warming up beforehand and warming down afterwards, some of this is actually slightly different to the whole putting off thing.
It’s actually a little unpleasant to do and particularly unenjoyable at the beginning.
Even though it hurts it does begin to be fun in a perverse way while you’re doing it.
You get more from if you’ve got targets in mind, and can measure your achievements against those.
It’s often easier to do if there’s someone observing you from a little way off making you feel guilty if you stop.
You do get better with practise but it never stops being particularly unenjoyable at the start.
You often feel a pleasant sense of achievement when you stop and look back at what you’ve done, although quite soon you’ll be beginning to pick away at yourself, analysing how exactly you’ve been deficient in your performance.
It always takes longer to do than you think.
The main difference is that running doesn’t seem to make you quite as fat as writing.
And on we jog.