Saturday, October 11, 2008
This morning, I took a run in the cool, sunny, fall air. It was one of those "good running" runs - where you feel all happy and bouncy and confident afterwards. The kind of run that makes you want to go out and do it all over again, maybe twice!
Afterwards, I marveled that this was how I was spending the first hour or so of my Saturday. That's what PASSION does to you. It makes you arrange your life in such a way that what you love to do gets done.
For example, I've spent some time figuring out the best way to train for my next 5K (my second race!). I read books, I ask questions to spark people, I check out other people's training regimens. I found a map of the race route and printed it out. I go to bed on time and stop eating early enough so that my body is ready to run first thing in the morning. I put out my running clothes before I go to bed. I charge up my mp3 player and load it up with some new music (Today I was listening to a wonderful folk singer named Pierce Pettis, in case anyone cares - I went and saw him in concert last night and he was amazing! - and yes, live music is another passion!). This morning I drove for about 30 minutes to get to the town where my next race is going to be held, so I could practice on the course.
I never would have done anything like this before the beginning of this year. Arrange my life so that I'd be able to make quality time for exercise? What?! But that's what passion does. It clarifies priorities and helps you make every minute count, not in a weird, tortured, obsessive way - but so that you get to do the things you love.
On the drive home from the run, I saw a bunch of cars by the side of the road and all these people standing there with fancy tripods and binoculars and cameras. So of course I had to stop. It turns out that there was a field full of hundreds and hundreds of Canadian geese. Which was cool, but not why everyone was there. Apparently, in that crowd of geese, there was one very rare Arctic goose that we never see here in Maine (so the people told me). And how did all these people know it was there? Because someone saw it, and posted this rare sighting on a website for bird watchers, who then had to flock (sorry!) to see it for themselves. Why? PASSION. That's what made them get up early on a Saturday and look out at a field of geese. To see that one special bird. To get that special thrill. To enjoy something they love.
Last winter, covered over with foot after foot after foot of snow, you never could have told me that as we approach this next winter, I would have developed a passion for running. But I have. I am PASSIONATE about running! What a thrill it is to be alive in a world full of things to be passionate about!
What are you doing to make room for PASSION in your life today?