yesterday i dropped by my friend bill’s place to check out his studio. i’d seen him perform before, and i have some of his music on cd, but what a trip to watch him play as he showed me his latest creations.
how incredibly refreshing to simply observe someone manifest their talent, the natural outcome of an exercise in passion.
we had lunch at mother’s market (i had a scrumptious acai bowl with gobs of honey) and then i ran back home. yes, i ran to his house and back. it was just under 12 miles (total), but i was starting to feel a bit tired on my way back, about 2 miles from home. running suddenly felt like a major effort, and when i checked my garmin (guessing it would display a 10 min/mile, based on my effort level — that is my “speed work” pace; yes, i’m that slow) it read a 13 min pace. since i was running so slow anyway, i decided to just walk the rest of the way.
i was thrown in for an existential crisis by the fact that it took me just over 27 minutes to get home. “what am i? a (uber) slow runner? a “fast” walker? why would i care? does it matter? should i have just driven there after all then…? yada yada yada…”, i just witnessed as the negative self-talk developed… and vanished. then i felt. grateful.