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Inaugural Post

Because books are my passion (along with running and writing),  I thought I'd begin my first blog on this site describing a newly discovered treat: the audiobook!

I've been running for a couple of decades now, mostly for fitness - but more importantly for a clear mind.  Before the iPod, I favored the SONY Walkman as company along my solo runs.  It should have been called the RunWoman.  No matter, it played whatever lovely music I chose throughout whatever distance I conjured.

And just when I thought running couldn't get any better, I discovered the audiobook.  My first selection, albeit influenced by the current cinema, was EAT PRAY LOVE by Elizabeth Gilbert.  Running in suburbia through Rome, India and Bali was remarkably satisfying.  I explored foreign lands and experiences in "my own backyard."

It has been amazing.  So great in fact - that my run would be over and when the chapter wasn't, I would take a detour down another road, so that I could listen for just a little longer.  The total experience is restorative: running brings me back to myself, listening to a book keeps me connected to words.

Try it!  And if you find some titles that work for you, please share them with me.

julie

Comments

Unknown said…
I love your idea - but I need help downloading my first audiobook. I can't wait to be a walkrunwalkreader and to join you!
Anonymous said…
Great. Keep reading and running. Maybe there is a business in it?

David O.
Anonymous said…
Disregard the haters, audiobooks are the best, have listened to 12 books so far this year commuting to and from work.

Best of luck with the new blog.

BMD
Anonymous said…
Many years ago on a drive to Florida I listened to a book on the Sony walkman. It was so long ago that all I remember is that I drove and drove and had to have my husband replace the finished tape.

I finished the book before I reached my destination.

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