November 7, 2011

What An Imp Told Me

“Lose not yourself in a far off time, seize the moment that is thine.”

It’s been said that every minute is the beginning of an hour. Today I realized that it's really the minutes that count. The hours? Well, they might not always be there for me. 
 
As I laced up my shoes before my run tonight it occurred to me that I only had 20 minutes before I had to pick up my daughter. I decided to run anyway. I wanted to run for an hour, but knew I had to take what I could get.
 

The path I ran upon seemed to take me back in time. It was dark out. I noticed the lights along the foot bridge at UCI that I’ve run across hundreds of times. Only on this night they looked unusually appealing, glistening amidst the dark night. Along the path I noticed a series of funky statues. I stopped for a minute to take a closer look. From the darkness peeked an impish face. I had never noticed this face before. What was this little face telling me?

I moved on, making my way under the science building I’d run under so many times before. My legs felt strong, and after bouncing up a flight of stairs, I floated back toward my car.

Then it occurred to me. That little face wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t already know. It was just a reminder. When time is tight, forget the perfect workout and the ideal schedule. But don’t ever forget the precious minutes. They add up to a lot.  

6 comments:

Trail Plodder said...

excellent

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EricG said...

I am on board Will. It all counts. Peace E

Will said...

bino, get an identity!

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Intriguing words!

Mark said...

Great reminder to notice what goes on during the minutes.

This is a wonderful blog, very inspirational!