So after 5 days of waiting to hear when I would see the surgeon, tomorrow I have to get out of bed WAY earlier than I have been and get myself to Rosebank Clinic where I will be examined by the surgeon to find out if I will indeed need to have it done. Truth be told, I believe that I don't need it and that I will be fine. I'm trying to be positive and I know that If I would hard enough to strengthen it and the surrounding areas and muscles that I can and will be fine.
I think my biggest fear is that taking this month and NOT having the op done and then getting to start training again and then I hurt myself again cause its not healed properly and then get told I need to go for the dam operation. That would mean a MONTH out of action to heal and another 2 or 3 weeks to get to standard fitness level. But on the other hand, what if I go for this op and then discover I never needed to put myself through it after all. That I could have been fine. Its torture. Absolute torture.
Last night something positive DID click in my head. I need to set my goals for this season. My life goals and career goals. I'm gonna write them all down, give them a time period and then a methodology of HOW I'm gonna reach them. A plan. A Master Plan. Breaking it down, month by month, into week by week and day by day. Weekly goals, building towards monthly goals building towards the dream...of which when its down on paper is no longer just a dream...It becomes a GOAL :)
Ive been working my entire life towards my goal, the 2010 World Cup. Its been my dream, but at last I'm at the final hurdle. I feel like when I was young and partaking in the 100m dash at school athletic competitions. I go into stance, set up my feet comfortably, life my head...my eyes are only focused on one thing. I have tunnel vision. I don't hear anything. My concentration is laser beam like. Only one thing in this world exists. The distance between me and the finish line. In the zone. Nothing else matters. Each second passes and feels like an eternity. All senses are on point. My entire being geared towards just. one. second. ON YOUR MARKS!. I can feel my heart beating. Its the only thing I can hear. GET SET! My senses sharpen. Time freezes. In that moment, nothing exists, existed or ever will exist. The moment is pure, undiluted. Metaphysical.
GO!
I have adopted the attitude that for the next 6 months I will live like I have been told that I have only 6 months left to live. 6 months left to enjoy full health and then I will drop dead the next day. Urgency. Don't underestimate its power in life. Its often the thing that holds us back from achieving our real goals and dreams. We call victim to procrastination. Always thinking that tomorrow will be there for us to do it, and then tomorrow after that. We take each day for granted, that the sun will come up and it will set later. This is why, I'm going to live like I only have 6 months to live. I could have 40 or 60 years, I could have much less but I don't want to go through life as a passenger any longer. I want to contribute something. To something larger than myself. Enough thinking, thinking thinking.....I have to start DOING DOING DOING.
Seems we as human beings always want to wait for the right time to do something, to get something done. Words to the wise...there IS NOT and WONT EVER be a right time. The time will never be better than it is RIGHT NOW. And yet we seem to waste so much of our time waiting...when we could be DOING and achieving and contributing to the joy and happiness of our lives. Time is the only thing we can get back. I for one am gonna start spending it more wisely.
Laters. We will see what tomorrow will bring.
Dream Chaser.



