Friday, September 26, 2008

525,600 Minutes

AM: 60 mins.
8 miles
PM: 30 mins.
4 miles

First things first: MCM is ONE MONTH from today. Let's all pause for a moment and allow that to sink in.

I awoke early before my trip to Birmingham and did an easy run to and from Piedmont Park, including 3-4 laps around the AO. There was some sort of adult kickball tournament gearing up on the fields inside the Oval, so that provided me with some unexpected bonus entertainment (side note: who plays kickball at 7am? Shouldn't these people be taking their kids to school or getting ready for work or even sleeping?? But I digress).

In the evening I did an easy out and back along the Shades Creek Greenway in Birmingham, which is conveniently located directly across the street from my hotel. I turned around at the mile marker where I started my workout the last time I was in Birmingham and marveled at how long ago that seems. That led to thoughts of other times I've run on this greenway, all of which were when I worked for Mizuno several years ago, and then my mind wandered to the general idea of the passage of time. How some things change and some stay the same. How I change yet stay the same. Without realizing it, I found myself humming one of my favorite songs from my favorite musical. So, rather than expounding upon this topic further, I'll leave you with the opening stanza of "Seasons of Love." Oh and Jordan, stop rolling your eyes; you're lucky you made it this far without me bringing up the greatness that is "Rent."

525,600 minutes
525,000 moments so dear
525,600 minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
525,600 minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
--
"Seasons of Love"

3 comments:

JoKin said...

wow. that was really corny. like really.

mrn said...

A jackass comment is tantamount to rolling your eyes. Just fyi.

Jilane said...

i'd like to see a musical with you two when you make the trek to the district.

... on second thought, let's leave jordan at home (or at a bar).