Early morning, dawn was just seeping past the kitchen window. It was a rest day and I was working early, furiously tapping away at my laptop but aware of the changing sky, the change of light.
Just twenty four hours earlier, I was well into my long run. A lot changes within a day, a short period of time – supposedly.
In this period the earth travelled 2.6 million kilometres or over a hundred and seven thousand kilometres every hour. And then the earth is spinning as well, at over 1600 kilometres per hour at the equator. I find these facts simply mind boggling. Everything, momentarily, seems trivial.
But life here, the spin of life here and now, is the seemingly implicit reality. In that, perhaps the mix of life – from work to family, friends to birthday celebrations, problem to solutions – all this too happens in the course of a day, often at its own frenetic pace. And, of course, too much dessert.
By tomorrow, millions more kilometres would have been traversed, and I would have less than an atoms worth of that in interval sets.
Writing about Running 