Imagine 10,000 years in the future. Two archaeologists are digging a site, and they find the remains of human bones. They take those remains to the lab, perform tests on them, and try to reconstruct the habits and lifestyle of that human. Say those bones belong to me. They are trying to find out my story, how I lived, what I ate, where I traveled, etc. Once they find all the info they need, they toss it into a museum where they store all other such ancient human remains they find. I was essentially one data point to them in trying to understand how humanity evolved over time. Or I can also call myself a “datum”, the singular form of data, literally one piece of information to solve a bigger puzzle. Honestly, I don’t need 10,000 years to become a datum. I am already a part of several datasets people use these days to study many things. So for that objective learner, I am already a datum. Now let me get to how I got the dumb part of it. I have had an interesting and eventful life so far...
I had an interesting arc in the race I ran today. It was a surprisingly hot and humid day in Dallas, but that didn’t stop me from being too ambitious and starting fast. In hindsight, I should have started conservative and pushed harder in the second half of the race. But I keep having this same hindsight realization from the past three races, so at this point I need to accept it as just how I am wired and plan around it. I can’t prevent that sweet rush of adrenaline from hitting me when I stand at the starting line of a race. Maybe because all of it feels like a wonderful dream, which gets interrupted when my mom wakes me up asking me to get ready for school, and I go back to being that skinny eight-year-old who was mocked in the playground for ‘running funny’ by other kids. So, I better run as fast as I can and give it my all, while I am still inside this dream. At mile 8, my left calf started protesting with a cramp. I underestimated 96% humidity and didn’t carry any sodium, so...