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I tried to hang on, put in my time, stayed in the game but to no avail... time and the diminishing hours of daylight reigned the day. I went to the end of the line, pushed through the exhaustion and pain only to enlist a deeper pain wanton for the cure, then it was over. It was over! Like vapor rising in the mid-day Autumn sun, the placard of my existence; moving ice, just vaporized. I had just worked a 14 hour day, moved 16,000+ lbs of ice and the next day got the slip; gone. The pink slip! After 4 months of 12-14 hour days/ 6 day weeks, moving on average 12-16,000lbs ice per day, well over 1,008,000 lbs in total, I arrived at the end of the line. You can take the man out of the ice delivery truck, but you can never take the volume out of the man. Off the past week I tried to sleep in, but woke up daily at 3:15 AM. What to do in the void? I caught myself rushing to get another job; replacement therapy! For all intents and purposes I had planned on being in St. Petersburg Russia this week for the oil and gas pipeline expo but it was canceled until spring 2021, so where am I, high and dry; high and dry! How long does it take the body to depreciate a lifelong of stress; wonderful weightlifting and physical conditioning stress! Well, I think after a certain point there’s never any return to the original blob or unkempt specimen, so where does that leave me? The natural inclination is to want to take stock; where am I, exactly? what have I got? what am I working for? what am I working with? My old 3-tiered fitness Questionnaire: 1)what injuries have you got, 2)what are your limitations of movement, and 3)how much time are you willing to put into your training? The good news is: the swelling in my ankle from breaking it 4 years ago is gone, the damaged metatarsal on my other foot which caused me to limp for 2 1/2 years is gone, I also dropped a solid 26 pounds and five loops on my belt, my chemistry has changed! My shoulders got huge, my lats very wide, my arms and wrists are strong again, my back is more flexible & I can palm the floor, my hamstrings are stretched. For a 61-year-old man, I think I’m in pretty good shape. The end is indeed here, but I am at a crossroads; do I jump in another truck and count unduly miles rolling under my wheels, pushing myself to the edge of exhaustion? Or go back to the gym and train until the spring equinox, my magic moment in time, to thrive and finish the job I started of renewing myself five years ago? Hmmm...
