Adventure Pace Running

Recently, I stopped uploading all my experiences to Strava.
It may seem trivial—an irrelevant shift.
But what it revealed was something deeper:
reputational display.

When you go out and experience something,
the act of sharing it can subtly corrupt it.
It feeds back into your next endeavor,
your next route,
your next feat.

I was surprised by the magnitude of change
once I removed the public-facing representation of what I was doing.

What was left, after the sediment drifted to the bottom,
was true engagement.

What would I do—simply for myself?

To me, running has nothing to do with pace.
It has nothing to do with organized races.
It’s not about performance, per se —
it’s about creativity.

Running represents exploration.
Running is creative.

I want to build mosaics—
of mind, of movement, of experience.

Ask yourself:
“What would I keep doing if the whole world thought it was stupid?”

For me, it’s this.
Running.
Exploring cities.
Being an opportunist.
Creating utilitarian challenges.
Perfecting my form to overcome my own physiological and biomechanical limits.

It’s about my heatmap.
Which no one else can see.
Those are my souvenirs.

And somewhere along the way,
when I became too consumed by the athlete persona,
I lost that.

I’m not an athlete.

I’m an artist.