- Hurry up, we’re going to be late.
- Can you believe the doctor is late? This rash REALLY itches
- I can’t do that, I really don’t have the time. Let’s just do it already so I can get back to watching baseball.
You’re late!? Did you see one pink line or two? TWO!? Oh god.
- That run was horrible, I can’t believe that I averaged 9:00/mile!
- That run was amazing, I can’t believe that I averaged 9:00/mile!
The old cliché is that time is in unlimited supply but has infinite value. Day after day, minute after minute, more time is “created”. But eventually, through fate or misfortune, events transpire that show us how precious this unlimited resource truly is. Call it my mid life crisis, but over the past few months I’ve more and more realized that “stuff” isn’t important so much as time spent with those who make us who we are.
Oh, but I can hear you thinking to yourself! “I’m wasting time reading your crap, how valuable can my time be!?” Well, how much would you pay to spend a few hours with a parent who had passed away? What about a friend that moved across the country or that you’ve had a falling out with? How much would you pay to spend a day with Jesus or Martin Luther King Jr? Stuff is nice, but time is priceless.
I’ve ran a 3:04 marathon. I would love to run a 2:59. I like to joke that I would do horrible horrible things to be able to drop my marathon pace by 30 seconds/mile. But, the more I train, the more I ponder what I would be willing to do for those 240 seconds. What pain would I put myself through for 9 seconds a mile? What personal or social sacrifices would I make for less time than I normally poop in a day?
As I continue to get older, I find myself thinking “how much is running time worth?” What am I willing to do to continue to get faster? Thankfully, the answer thus far has always been “whatever it takes”. But, that isn’t always going to be the answer.
Soon I’ll decide that “maintaining” is the order of the day. No longer will I chase PRs, but instead will try to not slow down and keep my current level of fitness.
Do you think you’ll ever reach the point of not wanting to get any faster? Maybe you’re already there – how do you reconcile that the stopwatch is always going to tick more than before?