I know. The title’s a lot.
The only explanation I offer for such an extensive title is the fact that summer has begun. I am quite certain of it now; the signs of hot season have become manifest. It’s bright at 5AM. 6:30AM is a very sweaty run. The study room is {for the majority of the day} an oven. Local schools are abandoned, and friends tweet of beaches and various adventures. My alarm clock is now set earlier. I go for almost an equal amount of early morning swims as runs {Runs sometimes feel impossible in this heat.}. And I have to tie my hair up in order to be able to concentrate on French homework rather than the stickiness of my neck. {No, I’m not much of a summer fan.}
But despite any distaste of mine concerning the heat, April’s been real good to me so far. She really has. Along with the sun, she’s brought with her long swims at the club, bike rides with yapping, stray dogs at your heels, and 3 wonderful hours of extra sunlight. Plus, she brought along something she never has before. It’s the word vegetarianism.
“No meat, no eggs, no cheese, no butter, no milk…no life.” – a dear friend
Hold up. I am not a strict vegan. I’m not even a vegetarian. I am simply an April vegetarian. I now eat fish and cheese and all the other things that come from cows and chickens; I just don’t eat the cows and chickens; at least, I haven’t since April 1, and I shall not until April 30. And so far…so good. I’m not sure if I yet resemble Belteshazzar {Ahem, Daniel reference.}, but I do feel stronger than Nebuchadnezzar. Less heavy-set and indolent too. You know how firemen always have to keep alert, ready to jump to their feet and run at any moment of the day {or night for that matter}? Well, I feel like that all the time. Effortlessly. Without five cups of coffee.
Of course, it wasn’t easy at first. The first week was the worst. It seemed like we were having all my favorite meat dishes. It was steak one day, parmesan chicken the next. {I suspect my devious parents wanted to see how serious I was about this little venture of mine.} You’d think the eloquent description of the said steak by a loyal sister would have made it even harder, but eventually you really do get the hang of meatless life. After that first week, it was all downhill.
Dad: How’s the steak, guys?
Sister: Great, Dad! It’s the best chewing gum in the world!
Yes, all downhill. Of course, my vegetarian venture is helping me with the uphills too. I ran very rarely in March; summer was creeping into my cool mornings, and I quickly lost the zeal for hot, 6AM runs. But with this little April venture came new energy, and so, yes, I am running again. Quite happily. Comfortably. Easily. I am running so easily that I find myself…doing spontaneous algebra problems in my head while on a run.
Algebra problems? Ok, now I am not going to suggest that vegetarianism redounds mathematical genius. I highly doubt it does; sadly, I find myself possessing very little genius. xtBut the month of April has brought along not only vegetarianism and zealous runs, but also a sudden passion for mathematics. I’ve never liked math. Nor have I ever disliked it. But this month, I find myself constantly looking at the world mathematically! In a hot car the other day, I wondered how long it would take to fill the vehicle entirely with cold air if the A/C worked at ‘x’ rate and air escaped from the window crack at ‘y’ rate. On a morning run at reaching a checkpoint, I turned around and headed home but not before spotting another runner, a friend, a little way off heading in the same direction as me. I knew this friend to be a very capable runner and guessed that he was running at 10kph. I guessed myself to be running at 8kph. At the time I had spotted him, he was a kilometer away. On that run, I found myself algebraically calculating how long it would take him to catch up with me if we kept our rates steady. A simple problem of mathematics, as Nathaniel Bowditch would say. {The answer’s 30 minutes, if you were wondering. He never did catch up with me though, since I reached home before 30 minutes. Thus, I never got actual proof my answer was correct besides the worked problem in my head.} Then there was last Saturday. It was a hot morning; I was alone, sitting in the kitchen and chugging down a mug of coffee {Don’t ask why I was drinking such a beverage with aforementioned hot weather.} My grandfather came down and made himself a cup of coffee {Don’t ask him why either.}. We soon found ourselves discussing functions, limits, and Euler’s number. It was a Saturday morning well-spent, believe me.
And so I come to my conclusion. It is namely this: maybe Archimedes (3rd best mathematician) and Carl Friedrich Gauss (best mathematician) were runners and vegetarians. What do you think? ^.^