I'm an idiot!
There's a guy I work with who is a professional trainer and part of his whole shtick is a monologue on idiots. He tells us there are idiots everywhere! He talks about idiots behind the wheel, at the Tim Hortons drive through, at work and at the gym. He warns us that every where we turn we are faced with these idiots. Some of us live with an idiot, some of us married one, and my favorite....some of us even gave birth to one! So it's my mothers fault that I'm an idiot.
But you know what? I like being called an idiot, and here's why. First off I think it is safe to say that there is generally a negative connotation associated with the word...agreed? So if someone so blatantly and publicly slanders me this way I am gratified becasue the message I choose to take out of it is this....that person is not afraid of my reaction....they are not afraid that I am a prideful person who's feelings might be hurt. I'm proud of my thick skin, and the fact that others acknowledge it. It's taken a long time to develop.
I guess I might also say that perhaps my mother gave birth to more than one idiot....maybe as many as twelve eh?
So on to my training. In preparation for my ride today I made sure I had everything I needed including my music, as it really helps when sitting inside riding. I was kind of nervous heading out, because I was worried about my knee. Imagine my frustration when I got there and realized I didn't have my shoes! IDIOT! This just added to my apprehension and I was very sceptical about getting a decent session in, once I drove home and back again.
Once I got started however I was pretty sure I could do a couple of hours. I ended up doing the first half of the Ironman course(90k) in 3 1/2 hours. Kind of slow but generally I was happy with it. As I've mentioned before it's all about building muscular endurance at this point, not speed. As well, the first half of the course is definitely the hardest half.
As to my knee it bothered me the whole time. Not that it's terribly painful at this point, but it does mess with your head a bit. I am desperately afraid of screwing it up for an extended period of time....time that I simply do not have to spare!
When I was stressing about that very fact to Claudette yesterday she told me that I was treating it as if it were a matter of life and death. My response..."You're right" and "It Is". I know that sounds very dramatic but I choose to make this thing that important to me for fear that otherwise I will let myself off the hook somehow. Try Not!
The real test of the knee will be tomorrow morning. I iced it right after my ride and that really seemed to settle it quickly. Tomorrow will be swimming only and then hopefully a longer run on monday. If it bothers me a lot after that I will call the doctor and get some advice. Does anyone find it as funny as I do that Cory thinks I need to 'analyze' this whole thing a lot better? Who all remembers her diatribe of a few months ago where she absolutely castigated me for spending too much time and effort analyzing everything. All I can say is "IDIOT"
I wish to dedicate day 87 to Roos friend Sally. When I say she's one of a kind, that's what I mean!
“When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So what the hell, leap."---Cynthia Heimel
“In these days, a man who says a thing cannot be done is quite apt to be interrupted by some idiot doing it."---Elbert Hubbard
“As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot."---John Lennon
love
peter
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Before l comment on being an idiot, l would like to go back a few pages to suicide. I used to think and boldly say, that to commit such an act was to be a coward. Not facing up to responsibilities of life, taking the easy road out. I now know different. A fine line that divides the rational decision making port of our brain. No matter how much of this segment is firing, it will pull us off. To fall off the wall, on the other side, that part of the brain has already died.
Now the IDIOT. Comes in many forms, shapes and sizes. From the IDIOT who cuts you off then gives you the finger to going away for the day with my best friend, Roo. Yes we were brilliant at being idiots. We made many a shopper laugh. For sure, we created a memory. Just imagine, stress relief while you shop....wow! Didn't cost us a bloody, idiotic thing. No people were harmed in the making of our day. A refreshing health check for the soul.
yeah Sally!!! Can I go shopping with you too? Here's to idiots everywhere! And Peter. I was only giving you options because the way you were going on about that knee made me realize that it's a matter of life and death. And when you're MAKING UP all your answers its important to have all the info so you don't sound like an IDIOT to everybody who doesn't know you're an IDIOT! My mother did indeed give birth to a bunch of idiots. I don't mind being an idiot, I just wanted it to be a secret. As the Reverend High Mother Superior I have a certain image to maintain. THANKS for letting the cat out of the bag!
Joy is eating the lights off the Christmas tree. Is that bad? She's an idiot!
probably even a fuckin' idiot!!
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