# Day 121 — Synchronicity on 11.21.2017 — Running Two Mile In 13 Minutes 50 Seconds

I believe that yesterday was the day that I realized my “day” counting of 119, 120, 121, and so forth line up with the actual date of the month. For example, today it is November 21st 2017. The day in my sequence is also 121.

Today I impressed myself by running two miles in 13 minutes and 50 seconds. The last time I ran this time was on Day 29, in which I ran two miles in 13 minutes and 56 seconds. I was 10 days away back then from running my best mile time of 5 minutes and 34 seconds.

I wonder now if I am capable in just ten days to run that same mile time again of 5 minutes and 34 seconds. I feel that the colder temperature makes it more difficult, as does my move and the altitude change that came with it.

The reason I was impressed today was twofold. First, when I got to the end of running the first mile and I heard the time of 6 minutes and 46 seconds, I bent over for no more than four seconds for a breath before turning around; bent on running the second mile just as quickly. Throughout the beginning of run I was questioning why I was running on the right side instead of the left side. Then when I finished the mile and turned around, I was questioning why I was on the right side instead of the left side.

I switched to running to the left side, after I determined that this side was shorter and best for me. The brain state in which I concluded these things could only be identified as OCD since the difference between running on the left and right sides of a sidewalk makes little difference to the difficult of the remainder of the run.

With all of these complicated thoughts in my mind, I was no match for the obstacle that lay hidden darkly across the left side of the sidewalk.

It was a fallen metal post or sign of some sort and it took me out by the legs. In less than the time it would take for me to think another thought, I was crashing down on my hands which landed on the sanding paper of a ground called asphalt.

What impressed me secondfold about this run is the speed with which I was back up and running after hitting the ground and scraping my hands. I spent half a second turning around to cure my curiosity of what in the world had just happened, and then I was back on my feet and running the same exact pace as I had been before.

That’s a splendid run if you ask me, and regardless of how I fare in 10 days from now, today’s run was a milestone in my ability to focus.

Yesterday, or today, I can’t seem to remember which, I think I watched some Colgate branded news pieces about three places in America that are having a hard time getting drinking water. There was a special needs school which surprised me, because a regular student uses 100 gallons of water a day, and the special education school only uses one gallon person since their water isn’t safe to drink and they’re forced to use bottled water.

That’s amazing! If a child can use one gallon of water a day, then there’s no reason why millions more of students couldn’t use a gallon a day as well. It’s absolutely shocking to realize how much resources are wasted, until we have other unfortunate ones to compare to that are forced to use 100 times less!

Today I also realized how much creative freedom I have to try, build, and create new things that others before me didn’t even have the resources, opportunity, or world needed to make it all possible. These days, just about anything can be possible.

Yesterday, or today, whenever I saw the Colgate branded material, I asked myself if it’s possible to travel to the moon and back, if it would be possible to set as lofty goals to end starvation and thirst and ignorance and discomfort to an end. I see no reason why something as “seemingly” impossible cannot be accomplished in one life-time.

I decided when I had this idea, or question, or test, that should I die in the process of realizing such a thing, my life will have been well-spent.

To be continued…

Originally published at storyofoctavian.com.

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