Not enough hours in the day
Having to work for a living sure does take a huge chunk out of your day. This is especially true if you’re even halfway dedicated to your job. You get tagged to do this and that and then the other, and before you know it, the day is gone, you haven’t crossed off one thing on your ‘To-Do’ list, and there are still 137 messages sitting in your email inbox. And then, so you don’t have to start tomorrow behind the eight ball, you plow through your emails only to discover that fully one-third of them are from people who insist on copying you on topics of absolutely no interest to you, but you have them anyway because the sender thought "you might be interested in this."
And then, after the work day is done, you get caught in a horrific traffic jam that puts you at least one hour behind schedule (who are all these people, and where in God’s name are they headed?). So, you get home, change out of your work clothes, throw on your gym stuff and traipse off to the gym, cursing yourself the whole time for failing to remember to take your workout gear in the first place. Then, of course, the gym is crowded beyond all capacity, and you have to wait around to use the equipment you need, and wouldn’t you know it? You’re waiting behind Mr. Slow Rep - the guy who takes a full hour to raise and lower the weight through ONE REP! On and on and on it goes. By the time you’ve finished your workout, the clock is reading nine p.m. and your rumbling stomach alerts you to the fact that you still have to cook dinner. You don’t really feel like going to all that trouble, but the thought of eating fast food makes your throat close up, so you suck it up like a good bodybuilder should and you drag your sorry ass into the kitchen where you cut up veggies and chicken and throw it into the wok for a quick stir-fry. Eleven o’clock rolls around, and as you prowl through your apartment, turning off the lights, the pathetic look on your dog’s face tells you that there is still one more thing you MUST do before turning in for the night.
I ask you - have you ever picked up dog shit at eleven o’clock at night and wondered - I mean, really wondered - who was the owner and who was pet?
August 27, 2008 at 2:17 am
Nice blog. lol about the dog owner part
Yeah work gets in the way of a lot of things you might want to do or achieve and sometimes you got to wonder how much time we waste on making a living as opposed to actually living. But unfortunately we got to eat and pay bills and buy goods and services, so work is a bit of a necessary evil.
I think the trick is to find that healthy work/life balance. It can be hard to juggle work commitments with training and eating right but you just have to persevere, have willpower and be more dedicated than the next guy. Remember, if it were easy then everybody would do it!