Wednesday, September 14, 2011
"You have added 20 years to your longevity." The doctor told me yesterday. 20 years? Did he mean the next 20, or the 20 from 60 to 80? The twenty after that? It shocked me. to think that I was cheating myself out of 20 years of good things. 20 years is a lot of lunches with Joe and Pete at the shop, or laps around Munson just to name a few things I would miss.
There's no need to ponder the big things such as love, family, and self-actualization. Think of all the little good things you accumulate in 20 years. That's 480 books I have yet to read. Thousands of lbs of kim-chi uneaten. It shocked me. He went over my numbers like he was checking my report card and I beamed in the light of his attaboys. "Pulse rate down from 98 to 68! From pre-hypertension to perfect blood pressure! You lost 40 lbs!"
It shocked him. "There is no drug available that can do what you have done for yourself. It doesn't exist."
There is also no drug that can make you feel the satisfaction of saving your own life. I told him the whole story, starting with the visit to his Nurse Practitioner who told me, "You're going to be a regular around here for a long time" as he offered me prescriptions for Xanax and Ambien.I walked out and didn't go back until now, one year later. That guy is gone, and I'm not his regular. To his credit, he frightened and offended me. Both are excellent motivators.
On Sunday I rode Dogboy's Redline 29'er 1x9 (that's a bike for you civilians.) I hit the trail late at Munson Monday and rode as fast as I could, and with so much joy as I chicken-hawked my way through the peloton until finally breaking through to some empty trail. I caught the main group for the 2nd lap where I accelerated and coasted among riders who used to pass me so fast they couldn't even hear what I called them. I must acknowledge before it is gone, that I am riding the dream right now.
If you are struggling with your health, or with finding the motivation to change some habits, just ask and I will loan you a magic skateboard. One good slam can turn it all around.