Goddam Marathon

The other day I was responding to an email from my pal Dale Ens. He's a great man and someone that I have grown kinda fond of. We first met when the partners at Village were looking for Directors Insurance and I was in his office answering questions. I didn't figure I was going to qualify as I had recently had a kidney removed due to cancer...he pretty much folded up the file and we talked for 2 hours. I thoroughly enjoyed the chat and we have had many since then. 

But last week when we were going back on forth on email I all of a sudden came to the realization that I was struggling with this phase of the journey. It wasn't until I was responding to Dale that I understood that my challenge was that I was entering in to the long haul vs the quick sprint.

I am a fast twitch kinda guy. I have joked for years that I suck at things like working out, or doing weights, but can play a game forever and rarely tire. 

It's all in my mind. I haven't strengthened that part of my mind and always avoided it. I have been going in to the gym as of late, but I do 15 minutes on an elliptical machine, then 20 on recumbent bike, 10 minutes on the stairs and then I stretch.  They all make me sweat but I don't get bored (well, at about 4 minutes on the elliptical I am watching the clock from boredom, but then I put on the Tragically Hip and Gord walks me through it).

It is now obvious to me that I need to exercise a new part of my mind. Two weeks on the drug, one week off of it. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. 

Actually, I have been good at adjusting along the way. Now it's Lather. Rinse. Adjust. Repeat. Lather. Rinse. Adjust. Repeat. Adjust. Lather. Rinse. Adjust. Repeat. Lather. Rinse. Adjust. Repeat. Lather. Rinse. Adjust. Repeat. Adjust. Adjust. Just adjust. 

Here are the two latest posts that brought this new reality to the forefront of my mind.

Thanks Dr. Ens.

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