A very clear memory shines through the haze which my life has become...
These days we rise at 545, feed, wash and dress the boys and ourselves, we then scamper to the daycare to drop off the boys, then to the office, then we work through lunch and scramble home, ragged, and get the boys. Supper time, bath time, playtime, porridge time, reading book time and bedtime by 730. Phew. If I have energy, we clean and wash the house, the little fingerprints and the food on the floor. Often Heidi does this solo (trooper!). Then MBA o'clock, if I am able, till 1130 or later if I have had enough coffee.
Many times through the day, and in the evening, I am asked a question and my response is to carefully rephrase then ponder for a bit, as I try to arise my senses and shake off the fog- try to focus and make a sensible response.
But clear as clear can be, I recall running the Red Deer Marathon, near 34km. I staggered to a tree and barfed a litre of electrolytes and energy chews. I was soaked with sweat and puke- washing my self with my bottle of water. The following few kms were a blur. Left Right Left Right Left Right. And after the finish line I headed into the medical-tent and sat in a chair to let them monitor my comedown.
That is today - barf a bit, and keep shuffling. There is light in this day and ground to cover.
Dieter Wentzel, CPHR