Pondering my upcoming shoulder surgery…which worries me more than I care to admit. Although the surgery is fairly routine, the injury is significant and outcome is in no way certain. More a “degree” of success rather than a “pass/fail” kind of thing.
The degree of success will determine the degree of ability regained…and the amount of work (and pain) required to get to that.
…and then there’s the other shoulder to attend to…
…and the year of work to recover, along with the disruption and possible setbacks of my goals…in fitness and in the rest of my life as well.
I *knew* this fitness thing was a long burn when I started it. I still know it. It’s a lifetime prospect now.
My intellect knows this. The rational mind can even measure it. I’ve made tremendous progress.
And frankly put…I’ve NEVER had any fear or compunction about hard work OR pain…that’s part of why I’m where I’m at with the shoulders in fact…
A long burn. No question.
But I still see the fat guy in the mirror.
And why…do I so intently feel that I’m running out of time?
Doesn’t matter really…either way I’ve GOT this…and I know it.
I’ll see you on the road.