When you finish reading and regaling yourselves with madcap marathon and race recaps, turn your attention to these "studies in running" I composed today (with Critical commentary).
Thus, exhibit A-
The artist is aiming to convey life's subtle highs and lows. The jaunty angle of the running shoes—yet their precious arrangement on the Christmas tablecloth—belies the artist's state of mind. The casually tossed blood-stained sock evokes an earlier, possibly happier, era.
The position of the bloody sock suggests the artist has a sense of humor. Or possibly she saw some road kill recently. Note the potholder peeking from beneath. One can't help but think the presence of the embroidered tablecloth, coupled with the potholder, bespeaks an ironic statement on the nuclear family.
The theme of the bloody running shoe continues; the disembodied appendage an unnecessary and overwrought addition. It throws off the photo's neo-classical lines.
Here we get to the artist's deepest longings. The basics of life: succor, rest, food. The realism of the foot juxtaposed with the sanctity of the dinner table lends a note of post-modernism.
What happened was: I ran four miles (feeling oh-so-uber-runner), felt a blister starting up, ignored it, did some errands after, and when I finally got home and took off my sock, I thought I was gonna DIE.