Drowning In Your Sorrows…

Written by mitch. Posted in Uncategorized

If you ever want to know just how out of shape you are just head for the pool. I don’t mean one of those rinky-dink pools in a backyard somewhere. I’m talking about a serious pool. One of those fifteen or twenty-five-yarders! Then, dement yourself into believing you can actually do laps: as in more than one.

If you really want to torment yourself, meet one of your clients there… someone you’ve known for decades, someone who can swim laps until you get tired of watching, and then get in the water with him! Oh, and then break your glasses just to add insult to injury.

That’s what I did this morning and despite the fact that I am sore: my body, and bruised: my ego, I’ll probably do it again tomorrow morning because I’m certain there can be only one of two possible outcomes. Either I will drown and have nothing to worry about. Or, I will eventually build up enough stamina (and, wind) to get better. Now, before I go any further, I don’t have any illusions about what ‘better’ means. To me, it means just a hair better than today. No unrealistic expectations here, just a profound respect for my son who managed to swim intervals for twenty-five hundred yards the other day.

I’ll do it because I really liked the way I felt after I got out of the pool. Particularly, the fact that no one had to pull me off the bottom. Although, my body was sore and my lungs were burning – I felt pretty good: good because the endorphins were lying to my central nervous system and good because I actually dragged myself out of bed at 0:Dark:30 in the morning and was at the “Y” at 5:50 A.M., ten minutes before they opened. Now, all I’ve got to do is create a string of mornings like this.

My attitude is simple… If the kid can do it: I can do it. And, if it isn’t this it will be something else. In fact, I think I’ll go home and change and head for Krav tonight just to see if I can survive that… again!

Life Cycling…

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I know I’ve mentioned that my son is a triathelete currently training for an ironman. A lot of that training is cycling related and much of that training has to do with spin classes.

I’ve been working out for years, but sadly I have to admit I’ve never taken a spin class. I probably will at some point as my son has just about convinced me it is essential if I ever get serious about straddling a bicycle again.

I just got home from visiting our local hospital. I was visiting a friend of my Mom’s who is in the Intensive Care Unit. I could tell you just how special this lady is: how strong, how good, how grounded… I could tell you how good she was to my mother, or how nice it was to have her here for the holidays for the few years they lived in the same retirement community, but I’m not sure that is central to what I need to share here.

You see she is in “transition,” the current medical euphemism for “checking out,” heading to that “Big Garage in the Sky,” or just plain dieing.

This lady was diagnosed with stomach cancer a little over a year ago and at eighty-nine decided against conventional treatment. Her rationale was simple: quality over quantity. For the most part, it was a great choice. Health-wise, the last year was a good one overall. Now, however, the consequences of that decision had become clear. The family decided to honor her wishes and withhold “heroic measures.”

We’re all going to check out eventually. That’s about the only thing we can be sure of. How we do it, however, is a choice we can make if we take the initiative have the courage to follow through. After leaving the hospital, it occurred to me that we should probably train for this just as much and just as hard as we would if we were running a marathon or preparing for an ironman. From where I’m sitting, it like takes at least the same courage, discipline and determination.

So, maybe there ought to be a “Life-Cycling Class” just like there is a “Spin-Cycling Class:” something to prepare your mind, your body and your spirit for perhaps the most difficult test of all. It wouldn’t necessarily have to focused on just the ‘bad’ stuff either. It could help us train for births and confirmations, Communions and Bar Mitzvahs, weddings and even divorces, if necessary. And, it could certainly help us prepare for the hollow, empty, difficult moments when we realize that either we or someone we care deeply about is moving to the next level.

I think my mother’s friend took such a class… She confided to a mutual friend that her mother had told her that if you lived a good life you would probably have a good death.

Maybe we should all start training now…