Early in my career a boss and a friend of mine used to say ¨My life is not my own¨ when talking about how busy he had been with work. It took several years, but I now understand what he means and it's definitely not a good thing.
About early-March I finally came out of my "life is not my own" period. The downhill spin started in mid-October when I began rebuilding my engine. All my free time was spent working on my car or driving to and from when my car was located, 45 minutes from my house and work. Days before Christmas I was finally able to drive my car home. January was spent on travel for work or working some serious overtime. February was spent taking a short vacation, getting sick for several days from that vacation, traveling for work, then getting sick again from traveling, followed by getting rear-ended at the end of the month when I was finally starting to feel better.
My four week rest period turned into six miserable months. I regained all the weight that I had lost because I hadn't set foot in the gym except for a few yoga sessions. I wanted to get out on the bike during the winter, and I thought that was all lost, until I hit the trail on 03/30/09. It was the mid-40's and gusty in the morning, plenty cold for lots of cold weather gear. I've been on the bike twice in as many weeks and in the gym for yoga this week. It feels good to get back into the swing of things.
Now I just have to figure out what I'm going to do this season.
One Month Done
6 years ago