I think I have a great memory… then I recall that I can rarely remember:

- If I’ve read a book
- The ending of said book
- If I’ve read a movie
- The ending of said movie
- Details or race statistics

Like, we’re in the movie store, and I pick something I’ve seen, and my husband gives me a clue. Or, I just started reading a book of short stories that sounds really familiar (Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri– really good as is her new book, Unaccustomed Earth). Someone asked me my split times for races and I didn’t know.

But I can tell you crazy (sometimes useful) pieces of information like birthdates, my driver’s license number (both current Texas number and 2004-Illinois number), credit card number….
Since my workouts have been shorter, which makes me nervous (distance gives me comfort), I’ve had a few more minutes to reflect on this certainty.

Here is my conclusion in a word:

Devour

I devour good books, races, and movies… enjoying the moment, the present, so much that in the past, it just isn’t as relevant.

As such, October 11 will be a day to devour. And as I heard, “The day will happen”.