On the mat at mid-morning, I start counting off the 10 seconds that my physiotherapist wants me to hold the bridge.
One one-thousand, two one-thousand
I am looking good and breathing well.
Three one-thousand, four one-thousand
I’m having to work a little bit. That’s a good thing, right?
Five one-thousand, six one-thousand
I’ve stopped breathing. Gad, will this never end?
Seven one-thousand, eight one-thousand
I can’t hold myself up much longer!
Nine one-thousand, ten one-thousand
Hitting the mat with an audible thump, I seem to remember an admonition about a controlled descent. But although my form sucks, at least I know I’m getting the proper duration. My counting is impeccable.
One one-thousand, two one-thousand
On the beach at sunset, I start counting off the 10 seconds that my camera wants for a proper exposure in this light. There are some folks walking along the surf’s edge and I might need to ask them to hang back, to stay out of the scene. But a funny thing happens: I get to 10 before the camera does.
Now how can that be?
This is blog #1,000, which got me to these places:
thinking about counting in various applications,
being thankful that my blog counts itself,
remembering when blog #100 was a big milestone,
and wondering what two one-thousand will look like.
