Relativity

How long are fifty seconds?

Quantifying them with the memory of a minute long lingering kiss would be wrong. For you cannot judge time by joyous moments. Those seconds that ticked by were but false. It's difficult, to know the real implications or severity of the wealth and value that fifty seconds can hold by moping over that time you held your lovers hand latched on to his dewy gaze, and searched yourself in those eyes while the day sped by in two minutes.

The real worth and length of fifty seconds is realized when you're in a planking position, doing plank jacks, dipping down your knees till they barely touch the floor and bringing them up to do a full jack with your toes, only to bring them back again, repeating that motion for fifty seconds in three repetitions.
Fifty seconds is a really long time, and if you could idle that time in a kiss and call it a small one then you're lucky.

Do you wonder disappointment?

Real disappointment comes when you eagerly look at the timer from between your screaming sinews and pulsating pain rippling through your core muscles, when sweat is rapidly pooling under your chin, when your abdomen is tying itself in a knot when you hopefully think that fifty seconds must be up and the timer miserably tells you that you've been in this position not more than fifteen seconds, that more than double the amount of time still remains, that you've got to endure a good while longer.

Life is all kinds of relative and don't you just love it for that?