Tuesday, February 12, 2013

En voca cerrada, no entran moscas



Do you ever think about your historical legacy?

A few days ago, we talked about Sturgeon's Revelation -- and other timeless laws named after people who might not be remembered if they hadn't come up with a pithy way of encapsulating some sort of universal truth. So, for a nondescript fellow like myself who has stumbled through an admittedly modest career, and has remained unnoticed by both the athletic record books and the Billboard Top 40, it appears that if I want my name to be remembered, I'll have to come up with some outstanding aphorism.

Either that or finally get the Christmas song I wrote recorded. (Tanner volunteered to have Tellescope capture it...but I haven't sent it to him yet. Perhaps this sort of habitual sloth explains why my career path hasn't resembled Richard Branson's or Jethro Bodine's.) Even crummy Christmas songs make an appearance once a year forever.

I guess there's still a chance that the concept of "Chunks and Stacks" will catch on across the nation for Masters workout groups. But it's not like my name is forever attached to the concept. I should have called them the "Heggy count" and "Heggy distance," similar to how they named the Davis Mile and the Brierton Set. Oh well. If I ever come up with anything else creative, I'll try to remember this principle.

Anyway, what got me thinking about this is the fact that the first two months of this year have FLOWN by...which got me thinking about pithy sayings that summarize such a phenomenon:

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

Or...we're all just dust in the wind, Dude.

The title of this post is a saying my 4th grade Spanish teacher had hanging on the wall. I've always liked that one. And someday, in one of my novels, I'm going to feature a seedy, verbose character named Moscavoca. (I also plan to have a disruptive female character named Tempest Fugit.)

Of course, I need to write stories in order to use these gems, and I don't seem to be able to get that done while I still have to work for a living. It's definitely a Catch 22 (which happens to be a phrase that will keep Heller's name immortalized, right?)

The point is that I need to get serious about my marathon training. Like sands in an hourglass, the days of February are dripping away. So I've decided to run the Snowman Stampede on Saturday. It's a 10-miler along the Platte, starting at Hudson Gardens. I enjoy that course, and it should be fun. I'll share my observations next week.

In the meantime, please share your favorite timeless sayings with me, so I can share them with other readers. And have a great day!

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