On my mind this morning was (still) my beloved boss who passed away on Sunday. I tried a bit of homage yesterday & decided to do it again today. She was a speedy lady, especially when she walked. I traveled with her on several occasions & remember trying to keep up with her in an airport. Not easy. I still don't know what the rush was, but she definitely didn't like wasting time getting anywhere. This morning I basically tried to walk to work the way she would. It felt weird to be hustling so much...but at least no one drove by & yelled, "Hey, buddy! Where's the fire?!"
I pushed myself from the get go. No strolling allowed. No noticing stuff allowed. Full speed ahead. I had to remind myself a couple of times to not let up. A little over half way I was getting short of breath, but I didn't let up. Hit a hill, but kept my head down & legs pumping. I was in such a zone that I almost didn't stop when I saw some gotta-pick-up trash. It was a Minute Maid bottle at the top of some steps in front of Old Main. Right there...in full view of all passersby. I had to stop! I broke my beautiful rhythm & grabbed it. My boss would've done the same thing.
My fast-paced memorial was good & bad. The bad? I was a bit stressed out, trying to keep up the pace. And I couldn't notice anything along the way or contemplate life or anything but speed walking. The good? I shaved almost a full minute off my last official time record (9:32.2 on Feb. 26, 2010)!