Hello. I got about seven regular Sunday Columns left. That means Christmas is not far away. I managed two early Christmas presents for my boys, one is a trip to Manchester in order to see Man City play; the other one is a basketball hoop. Latter is also an early present for myself, but that aside. I canâ€™t stop myself supporting the boyâ€™s ambition to play sports, be healthy and exercise. How could I?
Today it has been 100 years since the end of World War One. It is hard to believe. My grandparents would be over 100 years old now and the world has moved on. Thinking about it, I introduced my youngest to some â€˜oldiesâ€™ music from the 60ies and 70ies, another (Vietnam) war generation only 50 years ago. He wasnâ€™t too keen. It reminds you to appreciate the peaceful times we live in. Despite mid term elections in the US and Brexit. A year from now, the world is a different place.
On that note, I read an article on the BBC about the decline in fertility rate. It is scary that we might not have an overpopulation problem but a problem of not too many kids to sustain our ever growing older people base. We are all going to live longer and no one there to follow us, meaning we need to work longer potentially. Our generation will see a lot of change.
For myself, post marathon, I just felt hungry this week. A bit out of place, not having anything to strive for. I was surprised how little I felt in terms of â€˜weaknessâ€™ after the marathon. My knee felt fine from Tuesday already and all worries about that are gone. Some niggles around an insect bite I got during the run, and still some stiff legs. Nothing a massage, a stretch and a short run on the treadmill couldnâ€™t cure.
The feeling after a marathon is interesting. You are in a hype bubble for a while, then it sinks in. Itâ€™s a super high and then a huge come down. Itâ€™s a phenomenon called the â€˜marathon bluesâ€™, I read up a lot on it, and it isnâ€™t nice to be honest. You spent three months or longer working towards something and then itâ€™s done. Itâ€™s over. I can see the addiction to do more and more. It reminded me a bit of smoking cigarettes, you get this super high, then the low down, so you have another, and another. It is addictive for sure.
I find, at least for myself, that once it sunk in, it is almost as if it wasnâ€™t there. But then it lingers around, that feeling of achievement. Not that I run around smiling, but it is that feeling of â€˜yes, I have done itâ€™. It definitely gives me energy, and wants me to run another one. So we shall see.
I was warned. The challenge is really to have the time and commit or sacrifice precious family time to running. Thatâ€™s the hardest bit. The fitness and the mental strength builds up as you go along. I havenâ€™t really decided yet, the next few weeks are quiet in terms of running, so plenty of time to think about it. But I might have just caught the running bug 🙂 (not that I didnâ€™t run before anyway). Who knows. Maybe time to channel my time and focus to other projects, like basketball or building car models again. Who knows, nothing has been decided.
But those moments are decision moments. When running the marathon I was thinking of situations in my life where I went out of my comfort zone. The navy came to mind, now over 20 years ago. Night marches. Going beyond your limits. And compared to others, my training wasnâ€™t that hard. And university, when being in the fraternity and fencing with sharp blades. Those moments of discomfort and going beyond the usual are moments that define you. They never go away. The wall as I call it, the next wall is there to come.
As I started writing this I am on an earlier train. If you donâ€™t exercise in the morning and your body is used to a 5 am start, there is only that much you can do. My new breakfast routine takes 5 minutes (a nutrition shake), so I will be at work early. There is always something to do and sort. It was occupational therapy this week, work and food, and from next week things will change again. Time to go back to the gym, do more runs and decide on the next wall.
Donâ€™t worry, there are still things on my bucket list. And maybe some of them have less impact on my knees. Maybe I need to learn a new skill. Maybe something to involve the kids. I believe I am through the blues. The weekend was great, getting on top of loads of work this week and being able to have a nice meal out with the wife. For our anniversary, to celebrate life.
I dreamed I had the chance to go up in a rocket to see the ISS (International Space Station) and paid a lot of money for it. And when it was about to take off, I wasnâ€™t sure if I should go. Whatâ€™s the worst that can happen to you out there? You never come back, you die. But you wonâ€™t. You will be fine, and things will always work out. If someone offers you a ride in a rocket, take it. Fear is a good thing.
I felt that last weekend, I went into that rocket, despite fear, and I came back. Yes, it was a hard come down, but now it is time to find the next rocket ride. Some training at basecamp and up to the next stars.
I almost donâ€™t want to quit this post, but itâ€™s time to let go. Literally. 7 more weeks.
Have a great week ahead,