Life and Work (Part 2)
Posted under: There are some lines that are meant to be blurred and some that cannot. Life and Work for me sometimes is blurred to the point that my work becomes my life and my life is my work.
Recently, I’ve come to a realization that being too engrossed into my work is somewhat hazardous to one’s mental health. There would be days that I would eat up the tasks needed to be done as well as the tasks that should not be done are done by me. I would relish in the fact that I have accomplished a lot. But then at the end of that week I drown in misery for the thought of how tired I am and the thought of starting over the week with yet the same fervor as the previous one is daunting.
So I run. I run and I exercise. I go to the boxing gym and workout. 6 rounds of mits, 6 rounds of speedball, a few rounds of heavy bag and weaving. 160 crunches including floor workout and 3 hours later I feel wasted. Hands, arms, shoulders, back, everything feels heavy. I try to relax after but soon sleep overcomes me and I dream nothing. Sweet serenity. The peaceful quiet and stillness of slumber that comes after exhaustion.
And it is another day again.
What does my usual day consist of?
- Wake up at 7am and hop on the stationary bike for 45 mins. In order to multitask I put on a TV series, usually House, and watch. I stop once the show is over.
- By 8am I’ll be off to the kitchen whipping up some quick breakfast or might skip all together.
- By 9am I am dressed and off to work.
- After an entire day of trying to sell some intangible concept called the interwob, I relax in the notion that today may or may not have been a good day.
- By 8pm I’m usually back at the boxing gym to workout. I would do 1 hour and 30 mins of mits, weaving, speedball, heavy bags after which I lift weights and do the ab workout.
- By 11pm I am exhausted and depending if I have someone with me I would usually go either straight home or go have dinner at one of the quaint little restos peppering the San Juan/Greenhills area lately.
Some people admire my discipline and commitment to my fitness regimen. I usually just shrug it off as just another day. To date I’ve lost 20 pounds, and yet somehow I don’t see it yet. All my clothes are all sagging and I really do need to buy new pairs of jeans for everyday work since belts don’t hold them up anymore. But if it weren’t for these clothes I wouldn’t notice.
Anyhooo, I enjoy working out not because I lose weight, but rather the feeling of accomplishment I get after. I got through another day , another goal for that day and that is to workout. Period.
Hmm… I wonder what my next challenge would be?
