Time’s Not as Long as It Once Was
May 25, 2012 By: Ron "Commish" Swanson
There’s an old-time saying for you. That one and several others like, “If wishes were horses then beggars would ride,” used to leave me shaking my head. What did they mean and why can’t I get them out of my head?
I finally figured out the one about “wishes, beggers and horses” but the one about “time not being as long as it once was” eluded me until one day when I was walking Makai. Remember Mak? He’s my Anatolian Shepherd that I wrote about learning things from several months ago. Our walks are usually more like “stalls” since he dawdles to such an extent that our half-mile walk usually takes the better part of 20 minutes. When I have to get ready for work, some days this walk really feels like a “time-waster” rather than enjoyable exercise. Then I realized that I could use this down-time to accelerate what I’ve been working on at Brick Bodies. I have places to be and time is short.
My workouts at the gym are centered on improving my golf game. This involves cardio and flexibility. Over the years my hammies (hamstrings) and Achilles have become way too tight. Trying to touch my toes has become just another way to hurt my back and it’s not a pretty sight. I decided to embark on a routine of spending a few minutes each session stretching these tendons and that I hope to see pay dividends as the golfing season progresses. Lately, however, life has been getting in the way of going to the gym with the frequency I want to. I dutifully take my gym bag with me each day with the intent of hitting the gym after work, but way too often something or someone will change my plans and my gym-time becomes time to do some other chore.
Back to Makai and our morning walks. While Mak is smelling each and every blade of grass and checking whatever pee-mail has been left for him, I stretch my tendons. Sure, it may look funny to the few people who pass us on the road, but luckily it’s a country road. I figure they might think of me more as an eccentric out walking his dog than a nut job. (Hopefully that’s the case because my daughter, Gwaltney, has heard from a former teacher of hers from Oldfields that he sees me quite often “walking” with my dog and a cat).
As I did these various stretches, I was inwardly patting myself on my back, “Atta boy, Ron. You’re multi-tasking.” No longer did I feel like Mak was making me late because I was doing something for myself, too. Then it dawned on me, time is not as long as it once was. This is just another way of saying that there is never enough time in a day. However, since that’s all we have, I guess I’ll do what I can and as they say, “Let the Devil take the hindmost,” whatever that means.