I was running in Central Park this early morning. Temp was in high 40th , comparing with yesterday morning’s 30 plus gusty NW wind, today was a perfect and comfy day for the Marathon prep. Under the predawn darkness, every thing, big and small within my sights, turned into some kind of whimsical and mythical objects including the San Remo twin towers which looked , in the dim light, as they were ancient castles erected from the Baroque period.
Frankly speaking, I enjoying running at this time of the season, not hot and not cold either. Placidity and serenity make my mind crystal clear, and I don’t even mind hours and hours of boring, repetitive and mechanical movements on the trail; in fact, I like the moment of solitude because my cognitive thinking performs in “light” speed from plotting M & A strategies to revisiting the past and more.
It seems much easier for me to get ready this year since I did my "virgin" Marathon last year, plus I never stops running after that . Last year, trainings were tough for me, mixing with anxiety, doubtfulness and high expectation, it was a dynamic situation in the making. Well, at the end, I survived and made across the finishing line. Still remember vividly at the big day, she was standing in front of cheering crowds on the route, handing me the Gatorade bottle and yelling at my back “go, go get them!” maybe it was the cold drink, maybe it was low temp of that day, her fingers were cold when mine and hers touched together. I don’t know if she would be in the crowd this year or just watch the event in front of TV as others do or neither . I know she cared about our relationships as she often said to me as we walked in the park “ Our lives here on earth are only about relationships with one another. It is great to have accomplishments and to work hard at things, but if it means forfeiting relationships , then it is not worth it.” But anyway, it ended as it always been. it’s story of my life. L I understand it is not fair for her, but on the other hand, if history could be any guild, life has never been fair. It may be safe to predict in will never be fair although we pretend collectively in other way around.
Once again, I saw the shimmering sun to rise from the horizon. It was an incredible sight in the October morning sky which was sprinkled with purplish and amberish clouds dyed by the first rays of sunlight. Even more amazing was at the every moment the sun was emerging, my iPhone which was shuffling the whole music pod was playing the song Canto Della Terra sang by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman. what a coincidence ! The dazzling orange colored sun as well as the voices made me feel so alive, very inch of me , and every thread of fibers of the senses was energized with no exceptions.
That song in my pod was from the album Symphony by Sarah Brightman. I bought the CD in Feb. 2008 and ripped it into mp3 afterwards. It was a well-waited CD, but when I first listened to it, I was a bit disappointed, the so called advanced mixing completely overpowered her and other singers voices in some songs. Worse, Sarah Brightman‘s voice started loosing the potency in terms of freshness and purity though artificially it became more smoother and more seductive in some sense. Like or not. It is kind of sad for me to accept her aging because I have been a fan of her music for so many years. To prove I was wrong, I managed to fly across the “pond” to attend 2008 Classical Brit Awards in May 2008 just for listening her singing with Andrea Bocelli live, hoping her performance would reverse my negative impression about her voice resulted from the CD. No doubt, she did extremely well with Andrea Bocelli on the stage . But If I ‘d have had a choice, I’d prefer Andrea Bocelli would sing it alone. I wished she and her voice would stay at her prime forever.
I know that nothing stays or lasts forever, even our mighty sun, in about 5 billion years, it will burn out of fuel according to some projection. Nonetheless, tomorrow, I will be beating the trail again and see the sun to rise, even it may just show a glimpse of it through its veil. Yet, that dose is enough to cheer me up.
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