On a Friday at the end of a long work week, we wrap up our client call. And as everyone packs their bags to enjoy the first real weekend in quite awhile, I quietly sneak my earbuds on, turn the iPod on high, give a smile and wave, and head straight to the gym. Off goes my generic business casual wear as I slip into stretchy athletic wear.
I hop on the treadmill, punch in 8.0 and then I’m running. And for the next 30-45 minutes, no one else matters. Nothing else exists besides me and the treadmill. And I run … not because there is a client to stay ahead of, or because someone is demanding another turn of the deck … another piece of analysis … another cut of data, but because I want to … because I am demanding it of myself. And there is nothing more satisfying than the end of that run … when every part of my body is crying, my heart is pounding, and my breath comes in short gasps.
And it is only then that I feel free from it all.
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Word. 8.0? You’re insane!