*Statement not valid if you are a crypt-keeper, or a minion of Lucifer**
|As clarification, this is the crypt-keeper. Though I hear TLC is trying to sign Beelzebub to a TV deal.|
The march through time brings highs that necessitate lows, and nearly room temperatures that necessitate almost, but not quite lukewarms. This weekend, and this time in my life generally, is an example of that relativity with which we evaluate our experiences, ourselves, and our abilities to parallel park (Evaluation: A, B, and OH MY GOD WHAT DID THAT BUMPER/CAR/SMALL CHILD DO TO DESERVE THAT, respectively). It all started with a Saturday morning marathon. Now, I am not ready for a marathon. I never will be ready for a marathon. My children will probably be allergic to Snickers Marathon candy bars. And their children will likely crash their flying Segway at a Marathon Gas Station/Teleportation Supply Store.
|A willow tree silhouetted by the sun, taken just before our cyclist passed me the baton. MY TESTOSTERONE COULD FILL A GRAIN SILO.|
But as a favor to a friend, I ran the relay leg marathon in the Beach 2 Battleship Ironman Triathlon. The tantric root canal was accompanied by a moment when I was waiting in line at a porta-potty while eating a Chocolate energy gel. I feel as if that was the point I decided to reevaluate my life, because if I had waited just another minute to get to the front of the line before opening the gel, I probably would have winked out of existence in a matter/anti-matter collision. And no hound dog wants to go while sitting on the toilet.
|His hair was also a bomb shelter.|
Anyway, I decided to turn it into a long run, stopping at each aid station to drink, and my body still reacted with a trip to the med tent due to low blood pressure after crossing the line first. On a 2:32 pace at the 3/4 mark (out and back, out and back course), I walked in while fighting full body cramps. But we won! And I set the course record by 20 minutes! Plus I'm uninjured because of all the walking! Moreover, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT BUTTER! Granted, after the porta-potty trip, I'm not sure I want to know exactly what it is.
Contrasting that experience with the rest of life, however, it is immediately evident that things are relatively awesome. The next day I explored Eno River with an amazing girl (I don't think she is imaginary, because my imagination is not that talented), enjoying every moment in a way that I couldn't comprehend 24 hours before. And I guess that's the moral of the story--whether extraneous or self-inflicted, life is full of valleys that can plunge into the very abyss of questioning the act of living itself. But juxtaposed next to those valleys are soaring mountains. What is unceasingly exciting, what is relatively awesome, is that those mountains are around us every day, if we just know where to look.
|Is he trying to say that there is cocaine under the water??|
So things are great! Last night I had dinner with John and Patricia Adams, world-changing founders of the Natural Resources Defense Council--their brilliance, enthusiasm, and advice are great reminders of why I am in law school. As for law school....well, I am pretty sure the day after that marathon is going to be awesome too.