A Jog in My Blog

       Coming to the end of the first lap in my Tuesday jog, I uttered or muttered, "1/8th."  It surprised me.

       In over 15 years of running, I'd never said that.  I keep track of the laps in my eight times around the path in the park.

        The way I put it was in keeping with my state--I was tired and draggy:  1/8th meant "I've got seven laps yet to go," which is the way I felt; would I make all of them today?

       I always have said, "One," which marks the completion of a lap, an enumeration that's sort of a congratulation.

       In such ways does language choice express us.