As of 2015, an estimated 1.13 million blog posts are sent to the Internets; the web of the worldwide variety.
Christ. That’s a lot of writers. Wannabe writers. Monkeys behind keyboards.
Surely, you’ve heard of the The infinite monkey theorem?
“It states that a monkey hitting keys at random on a typewriter keyboard for an infinite amount of time will almost surely type a given text, such as the complete works of William Shakespeare. In fact the monkey would almost surely type every possible finite text an infinite number of times.”
But I digress. This is my blog. The one that may never be seen. Or maybe seen by a handful of people who are trying to be nice when I ask “have you seen my blog?”
Either way, I’ve been wanting to do this for quite some time. Years, in fact.
It all started in 2001 when I took a trip to Brazil with my then 4 1/2-year old daughter and 5 month old son.
“Em”, you might say, “Traveling with a small child and an infant to a country you’ve never been? Are you insane?”
Well, I thought it was a good idea at the time. It was to meet my father’s Brazilian family. The one he left behind in the 1950’s in his quest to forget his old life and start a new one in America.
Since Internet cafes had become a thing by 2001, and I didn’t have anything close to a laptop, I would take the time to write every day or so about our three week adventure. I wrote lengthy emails to my family describing every detail of this magnificent trip.
And that’s when I got the bug. To write.
But, did I pursue it? Not really. Throughout my career, I’ve had to write creatively, but not on a regular basis.
I don’t even consider myself a great writer, but, also not a bad one. I mean I did take a couple quarters of college for God’s sake. That should count for something, right?
Since facebook became a thing, I’ve occasionally recounted my motorcycle adventures with the awesome, tatted, biker-babe I will call Mr. Starbuck, otherwise known as my husband.
I truly enjoy writing about the weird, bizarre, amazing, wonderful things life throws at me when I’m not looking. Or when I’m running. Or when I’m riding. Or when I am simply living.
Hence the name of this blog: RUN. RIDE. LIVE.
This blog will be about my love/hate relationship with running. My joy and sometime misery when riding my motorcycle.
And how I truly try to find a way to live up to my motto: vive ut vivas.
This blog will be about all of those things. Or none of those things.
So, I hope you enjoy. And when I ask: “Did you read my blog?”.
Just say, “Sure, Em…sure”.