Time Passages

I've been really enjoying my watch. Compared to the tiny timepiece I was using before, this is accurate, and now that I have the beeps under control, it's easy to use.

But I just can't resist playing games with it. My favourite game is to try to keep from looking at my watch until it is time to switch my activity - to start walking, or to stop running, my two favourite times. But the weirdest thing is happening. I have lost my touch with time. I am pretty good with the passage of time. I have that sixth sense that my oven timer is about to go. I can calculate with pretty good accuracy how much I can get done in a certain amount of time. Others in my family (who shall remain nameless) think that they can do four times as much as is reasonable in a given amount of time. For example, they might think that they can cook breakfast, play a game of Playstation football, and it will only be 11:00. Even though said nameless person didn't get into the kitchen until 11:15.

I'm still on the three minute cycle, so the game is to try to look at my watch as close to three minutes as possible (and if I am running, without going over). I do my thing, and when I hear the siren call of my watch, I ignore it. I know time well enough to know that when you are waiting for it to pass, it pokes fun at you by passing as slowly as it can. And when you are running uphill, you are definitely open for poking. When I think the time is right, I boldly take a peek. One minute, forty seconds. That means I was one minute and twenty seconds off - not a lot if you are trying to guess how long it takes to drive to Toronto, but come on - in a three minute window? That's just pathetic.

Perhaps I will do better walking. After all, there is nothing hard or painful about walking. I just have to resist the call, that's all. So, I think interesting thoughts - let me tell you, if I could blog while I was running, you would all be amazed at my talents. And I look. One minute forty seconds. I kid you not. In the course of my three minute runs, I am bizarrely in tune with this time. Sometimes it is 39 seconds, sometimes 42 - but almost always in this range. Even when I tell myself to wait, so that at least if I'm not at three minutes, I won't be at the same number.... I am. And I have no hypothesis as to why that is. Even though I have spent one minute and forty seconds thinking about it.