Possible

"Think about what's possible
and you'll be amazed
at what's probable!"
- anon.

When I was 8 years old the cops had car radios, most people had a telephone, and I wondered why we hadn't yet merged those two together into what's now the cell phone. It took quite a while, but this possibility became the perfect probability.

Also when I was 8 or so, I wondered if it would be possible to avoid being feeble like my 60-year-old grandfather. The probability is... yes: I pressed very heavy pecs Monday, went for a 6-mile mountain hike yesterday and will do a 28-mile spin today. We don't come with a warrantee, so it's up to each one of us to make the possibility happen... with God's grace.

None of us has any control over how long we live, but we do have some control over how we live.

There is so much possible, and seems more so probable. What a ride!

- © 2010 by Willy

37-minute Warm-up

My buddy John started the frigid hike with the enthusiasm of breaking in new boots, but a half-mile into it had knee problems. I shouldn't have allowed that to happen, and usually begin winter hikes rather slowly. I'll leave John's knee to heal for a couple of weeks before I hike with him again, and then will start much slower and will suggest long johns.

It's been so cold that cycling outside is almost impossible... the wind chill makes sweat produce hypothermia.

Even inside at the gym, it took me 37 minutes to get through warm-up and feel good about ramping up the load on the elliptic.

It's all about the warm-up... tempos and intervals can happen after a good warm-up.

I should think that life stresses and anxieties should also happen after a good and long warm-up, but 60 years haven't been long enough yet and so I've turned down the load knob.

- © 2010 by Willy

Accept

I've long known that people aren't machines, and that relationships aren't equations.


That thought comes up often. Whenever I meet a difficult person (I dealt with two of them at a wedding yesterday), my thoughts automatically go to the fact that I'm glad I live alone with my machines. I tolerate rude people for a short time but am glad that I don't have to deal long-term with them... I go home and they go to their unfortunate spouses.

Relationships only work if you can stand the pain, and I won't. I detach. My life is full, exciting, tiring and surprising, but there is no longer room for the excitement of adversity. I'm truly thankful that I am where I am. It has been an active choice. Relaxing solo is my great joy, and adventure is my excitement.


- © 2010 by Willy