Reprinted with kind permission from Laree and Dave Draper (thanks guys!)
From Dave Draper’s Post Column
Today I am reminded why I don’t take voluntary layoffs. They are forced upon me like poison when I least expect them.
As the year rolled to an end, I promised — threatened — I’d take a week from my training to allow the body’s systems to rest and repair. I had the telltale signs. The joints were glowing, the central nervous system was shorting out, the heart was racing, the digestive system was rebelling, the muscles were aching, the spirits were sinking and the mind was numb. No pump, no burn, no drive.
The real problem: no courage. Laying off the iron is like leaping off a cliff.
Laree, of course, knew this weakness well and taunted me periodically (every 30 seconds) with cute remarks, like, “Hey big fella, how’s the old layoff coming along?” or “What will you do today with your free time? Get a job?” or “Ya can’t do it, can ya, ya neurotic lump.”
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