Next Day, Too

Time: 3:30

Weather: 64 F and blue skies

Route: Same Old -- and Greenway along Western

Distance: 3 miles and then 2 miles

Two things about both things: there were two runs, one yesterday and one today. Two different things: path and distance; two same things: time and weather.

Often, I attempt to group things, to put things in piles to order them and make sense of them. We have a need as humans to make sense of the world, and making sense often means placing a system over events and things. I do this often.

But running reminds me that no two things are alike. Each item, each person in your day is unique. I even believe that each of us is new in each moment. Maybe slightly, maybe overshadowed by who we were yesterday, but something is always new. I've run on the same path for many years. Part of doing so is that it is old news, comfortable. But new things are always there, and when I think about my run I often think of the things that surprised me. A man on bench or a deer crossing in front of me or the storm clouds on the horizon. This newness makes the run interesting, and something to cherish.

So, on my two runs in this entry, I'll say that despite their similarities, there was nothing the same about them. I was different and the days were different, but mostly they were different because time and space is always changing. I changed, too.