I have started running again.
Almost four years ago, I rose early to jog around the New Dublin cemetery, down a little country road to a pond, and back up through the neighborhood. It is a pleasant, albeit short loop. Eventually, I joined a gym to afford the opportunity to go further in all types of weather.
Since the birth of my son, however, I have not found the time; or, I have not made the time.
Recently, he broke his right leg–a slight hairline fracture–which nonetheless resulted in a full length cast.
My son’s three-week predicament inspired me to get up early and jog this morning. I know that exercise is good for mind, body, and soul; while I have the opportunity, why not make it happen? This attitude reminds me of Martin Luther, who once said that if he knew the world would end tomorrow, he would plant a tree today.
I’m also reminded that the original usage of the expression, carpe diem, was a bit of advice to Gilgamesh so that he might abandon his mourning over what was lost and enjoy life by appreciating what he has. In other words, if you have to wear a cast, make sure it is tie-dye.