1. This is my dad's old running log, for the years 1984-1986.
  2. The last entry in it is dated June 10. That following Friday the 13th, he was in a car accident that paralyzed him from the waist down. I was three years old when I first saw my dad in a wheelchair, and he spent the next 28 years seeing the world from one.
  3. Now, we see that fake Buddha quote "the trouble is, you think you have time" on the regular here in internetland, and sometimes it stops us for a sec and sometimes it doesn't.
  4. But, at the risk of sounding fatalistic, what you're looking at here is real, stark proof that none of us know how much time we have left...with our legs, with our hearts, with our minds, with our love, with our lives.
  5. My dad wrote that his run on June 10th was "hot, muggy, very hard." It took him 45 minutes. And it was the last jog he ever went out on.
  6. Tell them.
  7. Do it.
  8. Ask.
  9. Return.
  10. Leave.
  11. Write.
  12. Question.
  13. Run.
  14. Go.
  15. Because the trouble is, you think you have time.