Yesterday I went for a basic run. It was intended to be three or four miles. So inconsequential I didn’t even have a plan for distance, or pace. I’m not training for anything. Just running to run. Because I enjoy it.
So imagine my surprise as I completed my run that my brand new Garmin watch (which I love!!) exploded on my wrist with a little alert “best mile award!” Which wasn’t really hard. Because I’ve only run with it twice. But alright! I’ll take a best mile award.
Then it flashed the time, 6:54. For real? I don’t know when I’ve broken a 7:00 mile. Back in the day, my goal was breaking 5:00 for a mile (I got ever so close with a 5:01), but I haven’t had a mile goal in…decades.
So this was kind of awesome. An unexpected gift. It didn’t matter at all. But it was still cool. It was a reminder that I still have some kick in my steps. That I can still surprise myself. And even when just running to enjoy the fresh air, a delightful surprise can make you feel pretty bad ass.
So I wonder….how many 6:54 moments could we each have in life? Whether it’s singing an epic tune in the shower, nailing a killer dance routine in your living room, making a great dinner, delivering an amazing presentation, or getting an unexpected and heartfelt hug from your friend or child?
Really, I think we’re surrounded by the potential of 6:54 moments. That feeling – even if just for a moment – that we’re killing it. We may not have Garmin’s to explode on our wrists at just the right time with an alert to pat us on the back, but do we really need that?
Can’t we just celebrate ourselves? In the moment? And keep seeking the 6:54 moments. They’re out there.
The Redefining 