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Stillness is the ruler of haste.
The writer ... an athlete required to break the four-minute mile every morning.
Heartmating hesitating unafraid
I live this life at a pace that anyone can go.
Know your place, and dedicate your role
... To the faith that you'll die alone
Time means a great deal to every runner. It means everything to me, because most days miles don't count; only minutes do.
Do not hurry; do not rest.
In mind's special processes, a ten-mile run takes far longer than the 60 minutes reported by a grandfather clock. Such time, in fact, hardly exists at all in the real world; it is all out on the trail somewhere, and you only go back to it when you are out there.
Many start the race with high energy and vibrant passion, but when they do not move ahead as quickly as they think they should, they lose their zeal and commitment.
If a song is a living, breathing entity, you might think of the tempo as its gait - the rate at which it walks by - or its pulse - the rate at which the heart of the song is beating.
gazing abstractly out on the Ipswich skyline, listening to the beep of the machine. We watched nurses press buttons, shine a torch into Jena's eyes and clip her finger with a gadget to measure her pulse. Minutes ticked by with no change.
You can't rush the miles. No matter how fast I run, the five miles isn't going to be done in the first five minutes.
I now realize that I habitually fight against a leisurely pace; I resist giving in to slowness.
Too much hurry will bury your goals. Too much haste will make you waste. Too quick race will cripple your pace. Be patient.
The hours, minutes and seconds stand as visible reminders that your effort put them all there. Preserve until your next run, when the watch lets you see how Impermanent your efforts are.
We judge a horse not only by its pace on a racecourse, but also by its walk, nay, when resting in its stable.
Times slows when your life is in danger. Every second takes a minute to pass, and even the smallest event gets chiseled into memory. (95)
Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change - this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress.
Bruce Barton
Your heart is a drum keeping time with everyone.
I'll walk as fast as I want, and I will take breaks whenever I feel like it. There is no one to follow, no one to keep up with. There's just me and this one beautiful day, this one moment, right here, now.
I'm conducting slowly because I don't know the tempo.
When you find yourself pushing through and using caffeine or sugar to keep going, this is the time to listen to your innate ultradian rhythm and take a rest.
A tight pace has nothing to do with explosions or car chases. It has everything to do with creating a compulsion to keep on reading, even when your reader has other things she really ought to be doing.
If the heart wanders or is distracted, bring it back to the point quite gently ... And even if you did nothing during the whole of your hour but bring your heart back, though it went away every time you brought it back, your hour would be very well employed.
There's no need to rush, Arch Lector. That's the trouble with good legs, you tend to run around too much. If you have trouble moving, on the other hand, you don't move until you damn well know it's time.
But I wasn't getting in my pace, staying within myself, I was getting a little rushed. So I think I finally took a couple deep breaths and let myself get my timing back.
Suddenly I was in the right tempo - but it wasn't.
When you lose your timing it is simply because you aren't present.
Well, you will temporize with the hours.
When a watch goes ill, it is not enough to move the hands; you must set the regulator. When a man does ill, it is not enough to alter his handiwork, you must regulate his heart.
You've got to learn a pace that's fast enough to win, but slow enough to finish.
The visit has commenced. The box step, three-quarter waltz time. No fast moves or sudden stops.
She counted the seconds with the beats of her heart.
Thanks to the race-day adrenaline rush, any pace will feel easier than normal. So make a conscious effort to hold back in the early miles.
I don't have a clue. These things don't bother me. I think about the technical stuff but not how many steps or what my heart rate is.
I can only run the rate in which my heart beats.
When the meal was over we all had a quiet rest in our rooms and I meditated on the race. This is the time when an athlete feels all alone in the big world. Opponents assume tremendous stature. Any runner who denies having fears, nerves or some kind of disposition is a bad athlete, or a liar.
I move at a pace that suits me.
My throat holds my breath hostage. And my heartbeat? Prestissimo, my music instructor called it in high school. Very, very fast.
Disciplined runners consistently clear their heads and focus fully on the journey ahead..because their passion and zeal for the goal supersedes the strain. The goal beckons them onward. Passion doesn't negate weariness; it just resolves to press beyond it.
Run the race of life at your own pace.
I'll just go at my own pace. Nice and easy. Here we go. There, see? I'm doing it. I'm running! Hey, look at me! I'm running! I'm-
Okay, well, that's enough of that. Whew. I mean, a girl could hyperventilate from doing that. And seriously, it's my first day. Don't want to overdo it.
Walking with the projected chest
Feeling like you just won
The race has been tough
But the joy of winning is too good;
It's no good pacing up and down. It won't make the plane arrive any faster. Just sit down and accept that we're delayed. You're just making a fool of yourself.
Pride and a Daily Marathon,
My stern chase after time is, to borrow a simile from Tom Paine, like the race of a man with a wooden leg after a horse.
I don't think life is about a pace, living slow or fast. I think you just live, y'know what I mean?
When your timing is off, so is your stride. When your cadence is off, you're in deep trouble as a hurdler.
MEMO:
M- Make
E- Every
M- Minute
O- Outstanding
Let Every Second Count In Your Life!
The things that made thier pulse quicken were all the wrong thing..
At first an ordeal and then an accomplishment, the daily run becomes a staple, like bread, or wine, a fine marriage, or air. It is also a free pass to friendship.
Vary the pace ... is one of the foundations of all good acting.
Time is running faster than watch.
Life is running faster than Time.
We are running faster than Life.
In this race, relationships are being left behind
Almost every part of the mile is tactically important: you can never let down, never stop thinking, and you can be beaten at almost any point. I suppose you could say it is like life.
As athletes, we're used to reacting quickly. Here, it's 'come, stop, come, stop.' There's a lot of downtime. That's the toughest part of the day.
The half minute which we daily devote to the winding-up of our watches is an exertion of labour almost insensible; yet, by the aid of a few wheels, its effect is spread over the whole twenty-four hours.
London's tempo is 122.86 beats per minute.
I'm either sitting very still or running very fast.
For observing nature, the best pace is a snail's pace.
Sometimes a slight pace change is all you need to snap out of a mental or pyhsical funk.
The first mile is mental. The rest are all heart.
Pace, like everything else in writing, involves a trade-off. If you're not offering the reader a lot of action to keep her interested, you must offer something else in its stead. Slow pace is ideal for complex character development, detailed description, and nuances of style.
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There is a leisure about walking, no matter what pace you set, that lets down the tension.
Why is your heart racing Tris?
Nothing can be more useful to you than a determination not to be hurried.
Another long run, hoping to put distance between me and everything else. The farther, the better. Only problem is, the distance is just temporary, because no matter how far I go, I always have to come back.
Patience is the inclination to control the racing mind, which wants to jump ahead.
As far as pacing the shoot is concerned, I know when I've got it. I don't think there's any reason to take ten takes unless you need them.
Now for some heartwork.
The measured blood beats out the year's delay.
Running to stand still
-Lena
You should never be in a hurry if you can help it. It's bad for everything. Bad for the stomach, the spleen, the skin. Especially bad for the joints. The knees and ankles. Rushing isn't healthy at all.
In our hedonistic age, the Slow movement has a marketing ace up its sleeve: it peddles pleasure. The central tenet of the Slow philosophy is taking the time to do things properly, and thereby enjoy them more.
Keep pace with the drummer you hear, however measured or far away.
A runner's stride is not perfectly efficient.
Sometimes he picked up his watch and stared as the minute hand shifted from one number to the next, marveling that five minutes should seem so interminable. Doubtless that watch opened the way - a painful and tormenting way - which leads to the supreme art of doing nothing.
I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.
Oh! Do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch.
My heart thrashes in time with my feet pounding across the cold, hard ground. I can't run any faster, longer, and yet I must. My life and my family's survival depends on it.
Despite the pressing insistence of the ordinary and the mundane, we must make the best time of the time we have before the tick tick ticking ends.
Rhythm is form cut into time.
Those who take long steps cannot keep the pace.
Timing: The alpha and omega of aerialists, jugglers, actors, diplomats, publicists, generals, prizefighters, revolutionists, financiers, dictators, lovers.
Running well is a matter of having the patience to persevere when we are tired and not expecting instant results.
A new challenge keeps the brain kicking and the heart ticking.
To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.
Time doth run with calm and silent foot,
Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
Every time I hear footsteps on the steps, my heart rate goes up. Every time I hear the clacking of high heels, I am seized with trepidation.
My time is always divided when I prepare for a wire walk. First I dream, technically and artistically, and then I go to work, and I am the master rigger, climbing trees and ladders and constructing. Only then I change my cap and become the performer.
I'm sittin' on my watch so I can be on time.
Walks. The body advances, while the mind flutters around it like a bird.
Whether we athletes liked it or not, the 4-minute mile had become rather like an Everest: a challenge to the human spirit, it was a barrier that seemed to defy all attempts to break it, an irksome reminder that men's striving might be in vain.
The kind of pace that you want to use in a Western - just to acknowledge the land in the distance that everyone has to travel, and the way things develop sort of slowly - it's almost the antithetical of what's currently going on in the movies, you know.
Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps.
Man is an organism, not a mechanism; and the mechanical pacing of his life does harm to his human responses, which naturally follow a kind of free rhythm.
Make time to be still.
You dull ass will not mend his pace with beating.
Her feet tingled. One whole hour to forget about the leaky kitchen sink, her father's retirement party, and her mother's relentless questions about it. She closed her eyes. One whole hour to completely unwind and indulge her thoughts in something beside caterers, plumbers, and homicide cases.
Hee that stumbles and falles not, mends his pace.