Pace run. Cat pic. Poem.

Nice Saturday pace run. As I pushed myself extra hard on my last couple of runs I decided I should take it easier today, set a pace and try to keep it. I also felt good doing 15k rather than my (of late) regular 21.1k. 


Kept an average speed of 10kph which gave me a pace of (lol) 5’60”. Funny, when I was in school 60″ = 1′. ?? So it’s a 6:00 pace. Must be that new math…

Beaucoup de sunshine today, keeping the window open and Koko is happy to jump in and out as she pleases. 

T S Elliott popped up during my run and I thought I should dig through some of his work for today’s post. So here’s from his famous series of cat poems (and apparently the inspiration for Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musical).

The Naming of Cats

T S Elliott 

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter 
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily, 
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James, 
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey —
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames: 
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter —
But all of them sensible everyday names. 
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkstrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum —
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover —
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

💛💛 happy weekend! 


11 thoughts on “Pace run. Cat pic. Poem.

  1. His ineffable effable
    Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

    This really put into picture the silent stare of a cat…

    Wow… Great run… If you’ve ever compared your progress from the previous year, you’d see how fast you are now…

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    1. Yeah, I like the imagery of this poem too. I have definitely progressed, but sometimes forget to put it in the right perspective and keep thinking “more! Faster! Higher!” Lol the main thing is that I still love it.

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