Instead of being restricted to doing such things as exercising before or after regular office hours, I can now go to the gym with my wife during the day (recruiting schedule permitting). Renewed gym membership in hand, I accompanied her to our first joint session 2 days ago.
Like any good military exercise, our planning was faultless. Our son was dropped off at school; our 4 yr old daughter in pre-school. We took our 2 yr old daughter with us to the YMCA, to place her in the day care facility. We planned on a 30 min window of exercise time before other commitments intruded My wife led me to the elliptical machines – we were set!
However, I had forgotten to consider 2 important points: I had never used an elliptical before and I hadn’t done any worthwhile exercise in months!
Unfortunately, I did not have the sense to remember these minor points, prior to doing what men are best at – jumping into the fray, not listening because we know best and letting pride come before a fall.
I jumped in. I ignored the loving enquiries of my wife as to whether I knew how to use the machine and by the time I realized my mistake in this, it was too late. While she seemingly effortlessly pumped her legs on the machine next to me, chatting about our lives and plans for the future, I glanced down to the countdown timer on my machine, as the muscles in my own legs began to tighten.
Based on the pain starting to form in my thighs, I judged that I must have been on the machine for at least a decade.
The next 12 minutes passed in slow agony. My wife continued to cheerfully chat about how enjoyable this was. I silently called for my mother.
Then, salvation! Just when I had reached the point of my machismo running out, as I was about to admit to her that I was going to have to stop, a call came over the PA from the daycare center, asking us to return. Our 2 yr old, left alone for the 1st time had only managed to last 15 minutes before melting down.
After consoling her, we returned to the car. Like all children, she bounced back quickly. This is not my proudest parenting moment, but I have to be honest and admit that I’ve never been so glad to hear one of my children cry!
Thankfully, the planning and delivery of both my current recruiting and search for the right FT job is proving to be better executed than my search for ‘buffness’.
I’ve gained another new client since my last post, I’m up to 13 people placed and I’ve got several interesting conversations lined up for the next few weeks for positions in Asia.
Unlike my thighs, I certainly can’t complain as to the twists and turns of the journey that I find myself on.