I love my wife. She is my best friend, a challenger to prompt me to get better, a princess that needs to be cared for, an independent woman, a nest-builder ... but what I have noticed is that she is also very good at spotting when I need to go back into the bedroom and change. When I see her race into the foyer when I am about to leave, I know I need to give her my undivided attention and rotate and turn as she requests.
We have a clinic in part of our home. Today she was working early, and I decided [all on my own] that my cereal, coffee and home-made oatmeal biscuit was not enough to keep me going so I made a fried-egg sandwich for the road. I spattered two eggs into the pan, had to wipe a little egg white off my belt, wrapped the sandwich in aluminum foil and I was off.
I am currently in financing mode, and I am meeting with venture capitalists for one of my ventures. Well, I show up to the meeting and the secretary gives me this look like I'm a stalker or pedophile. Then when I stand up, the finance guy on the other side of the table gives me this strange look and then looks away. No problem, I think.
Bob [not his real name] the financial guy pulls me aside when I'm about to go into my presentation and says, "Go check how you look in the washroom - you have something on your pants." [Bob is obviously related to my wife in some way.] I go to the washroom and I look myself over. On my pants is this semi-clear gel-like substance dripped down but still quite resiliently moist and glistening - UNCOOKED EGG YOLK from cooking this morning. The location, near the zipper is perhaps the worse place for it to be!
So of course I try to wipe it a little - no go - smear. I try to wet it a little - no go - wet front of the pants. [Now here is how my thinking goes. See if you can follow. I thought for one moment to wet my shirt and exclaim running out of the washroom, that the "sink had exploded!" Then I tried to dry my pants under the hand dryer ... started doing these pelvic lunges and still couldn't get any hot air to blow on it. Finally I said screw it.] I grab the washroom door and pull it open to walk out into the hallway. Unfortunately the finance guy was just about to push the door open and I startled him. [When we are startled our muscles tighten.] He let out a bowel-shaking fart that scared birds across the street to leave the tree they were sitting on, metal doors slammed shut, and the emergency lighting turned on.
I'm writing this from one of the board-rooms. I'm not feeling it! LOL But I'm having a good time. I wonder when I get home if my wife will notice the stain?
James (@ The Runner's Bug), I haven't forgotten about motivation and exercises. I'm still a little stressed for time - but in control of my bodily functions! Big Clyde, thanks for the comments - you have made an amazing journey. I am learning from you!
I did my cross-training with weights, lunges, and the HCC today. Tried to pack it all into one hour but it took me 70 minutes. I have started to add another set of reps for all the exercises except for push-ups and shoulder taps that are still being completed with rest breaks and cheats near the end.