So I decided to start blogging this morning on my run. Mostly just to share what I think about while I'm running/biking/driving, whatever.
This morning my run went as follows:
It was dark when I left the house. Just a hint of light on the horizon, and some pink. Wispy clouds, and a fingernail crescent waning moon rising just ahead of the sun. Soon to be new moon. It's cold, and I can see my breath ahead of me. I cross the intersection, run half a mile to the trail along the Highline Canal, and then Berlin comes on my iPod. I'm pretty sure the run started with me listening to Ace of Base, and then a few songs alphabetically between Ace of Base and Berlin.
Then somehow, listening to "Take my Breath Away", transformed my run into something much more romantic and profound. I mean, come on. It's starting to get lighter, the old growth trees on the trail are changing to yellow, the grinning cresent moon, "watching in slow motion as you turn around and say, take my breath away". This romance blooms between me and the trail and the sunrise and those wispy pink clouds. It's incredible, literally breathtaking. Then I reach my yellow plastic road marker at my turn around point, and sequentially, the Black Eyed Peas come on. Changes the whole mood again.
And the bass keeps runnin runnin, and I keep running. "We got five minutes for us to disconnect, from all intellect collect the rhythm effect. Obstacles are inefficient, follow your intuition, free your inner soul and break away from tradition." So for the next five minutes, my mind goes somewhere other than Berlin. I start thinking about what it means to be getting older. Somehow time has snuck up and starting etching itself into my face, in the lines around my eyes, and in the hairs its turning gray. How do I get back at time? How do I make my mark, my etch in time? And do I do it for myself - just keep running and cycling and going to work and doing my thing? Or do I actually do something that leaves some kind of legacy behind? And if so, what??
Then sequentially, Bob Marley chimes in. "A-yin the darkness there must come out to light". And with that, I see a fox on the trail. He looks at me, then trots away as though seeing me means nothing to him. But it means something to me. Then I'm back on the street, crossing the intersection, the moon is lost in the wispy clouds, and I'm back home.
Shower and go to work. Sit around and make my mark? Somehow affect the lives of those I work with? Provide good customer service to the public? Fall in love with Fall, attempt to find meaning in my life and the things I do, watch the dawn transform into the day.