A day like any other.
But, on my birthday, I tend to PONDER a bit more.
I think about existence; I think about the frailty of life.
I think about what I was like as a baby and how awkward it is just to suddenly APPEAR.
Poof, abracadabra, poof, "WAHHHH" a baby appears.
So I ran to start my day.
I got up at 6 in the morning to celebrate life.
I was tired; and I did not really FEEL like running but I did,
And I knew I would not REGRET it.
SO there I was running very slowly down the road.
Hardly anyone on the road....
And it got me thinking....
I was running in black, darkness.
The only light was the row of lamp posts I past every ten seconds or so.
HAHAHa...here goes the sense of humor.
My what a baby must feel to be inside such a cozy dark womb,
only to be awoken and yanked from that solitude to the lamp posts surrounding a cold operating room.
No wonder they start crying...I was almost crying when I had to leave my slumber this morning.
So I am running down the road, and the crazy lamp posts are shining in all their glory.
This time, they are enhancing and illuminating the countenance of a man walking down the road.
Like, really, who is out walking at 6 in the morning anyway?
It was freaky. Big hair, and tall and lean. I think I was freaked just because Halloween is around the corner.
Haha, I wonder what a baby thinks upon entering the world?
Lamp posts, again, in the operating room ILLUMINATING a bunch of weird people.
Some with masks over their faces, some lady wanting to hold her baby while she is waling in tears.....
I bet I was running from the moment I came 'out' of my mother.
Today, I am glad that I ran.
I ran a symbolic 32 minutes, just to appreciate the number.
Maybe next year 33 minutes and so on and so forth.
Or maybe something bigger...like 33 kilometers.
Maybe that is not such a great idea however,
Because.... as I get older, I may FORGET how old I actually am, and not know how long I should run.
And it would be preposterous to think of myself being 90 and actually running 90 minutes!
Man, I am sure getting ahead of myself.
Think BABY steps, JUST BABY STEPS.
2 comments:
When I turned 30, I ran 30 miles. I couldn't move for ten days after that, so you might just be onto something with the "minutes" idea.
Well now you know how many miles I will be running shortly. Maybe we can run 32 minutes to commemorate this occasion shortly only with the morning sun and wind on our faces. Palm trees blowing and many lampposts being illuminated only in the evenings....
Only one more sleep!!!!
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