Dogs, backpack, Frisbee, two beers, spikes, flats and a day off. For me. Arriving at the track with my High School teammate, visiting me for the first time in two and a half years, supplies are dispensed. Jen is doing a tempo run followed by 3 x 300 meters reps.. Standing on the track, watching Jen start her run it is the first time that Chris and I have been on track in the last decade. Not originally a day off, the idea of resting today grew freely from both prudence and spontaneity. An ailing calf, a friend from out of town and not having taken two days off in one week in months all factored in. Chirs and I won state titles together, medals from the New England meet and respect from our fellow athletes. At a time in our lives when we started to define ourselves by what we were doing, finally free to start creating ourselves from our own paradigm and not the concepts that we had no choice over, brought to us from our parents, schools, and early childhood friends. Frisbee hitting me in the chest, a few beers deep and Jen running around the track finishing the work for the day swirls into realization.
“The greatest thoughts cannot be thought because they transcend thinking, and the next greatest can't be told because they refer to that which cannot be thought. The next best are what we talk about.” – Joseph Campbell
It was a good day at the track.
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