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Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Lock Down Lessons

 

A bit of stream of consciousness about the past six+ months. As I imagine is the case for most people, the Covid “lock down” has been more inconvenience than  permanent life altering event. A few years from now it may be looked back on with nostalgia – like the last six miles of a marathon once the pain is forgotten.

Since we began the “viral journey” or should I say “viral avoidance journey” I have had many more good days than frustrating ones. On the other hand, telling myself regularly that I am blessed because many people “have it tougher than I do” seems like a hallow rationalization on those inevitable bad days.

I try to stay positive about “Covid life”; but this particular week has caused my wanderlust to kick in. A year ago, I was in Spain with my wife and some family members for the Camino de Santiago (for more on that subject read the blog post before this one).

A Few of the People I Met Along the Way

Looking at the dozens of pictures I took in Spain have me in a bit of a funk. My time on the Camino was an unusual two weeks for me – no work, no computer, just walking the trail, meeting people, drinking cortados and water by day and the “pilgrim meal” with local wine (or the occasional “upgrade”) at night. It has been almost a year since I wrote a post in this blog and it was about my experience in Spain. I guess I am surprised that with all the time I have had at home, my personal blog didn’t get any attention.

A couple of years ago I promised myself I would do more “fun” travel with Connie (my wife). The walk in Spain was my second “fun only” trip in 2019. In January of last year, we spent a couple days in London and then ten days in Sweden, Finland, and Norway chasing the “Northern Lights”, snowmobiling, dog sledding, spending a night in the famous “Ice Hotel”, etc. I thought I was just getting the hang of “non work” trips again which as a family we pretty well mastered during eleven years of “ex-pat” life. We hoped to do a river cruise in Europe and some other travel in 2020 – oops, I may be whining at this point. Sorry.   

The Ice Hotel was Literally and Figuratively "Cool"

For some perspective, I have accumulated about 6 million frequent flyer miles on business trips over the years. I have crossed the Pacific Ocean by air more than 350 times and the Atlantic, perhaps 200. I traveled out of the country every month last year except December and even then, I spent several days on the west coast but although enjoyable, business trips are just that – work. Of course, work that I enjoy but work, nonetheless.

I began 2020 with a west coast trip in January and then a quick three-day trip to Argentina. February saw me in Japan. And then.......  

On March 1, I boarded a flight from Tokyo to the US. I have been “grounded” ever since I arrived home that night due to the “hopefully temporary” Covid 19 reality we are all dealing with. After spending the last week of February in Tokyo at a conference with thousands of people, a good percentage of whom were from the Covid epicenters at the time - China and Korea. I expected when I landed at Los Angeles International Airport to at least have a temperature check and health questionnaire but I breezed through the Global Entry Kiosk and out of the secured area without having a word spoken to me except “welcome home”. It seemed a little odd that I wasn’t asked if I had been in contact with potential Covid carriers while in Asia. The lack of concern about the virus in the US gave me pause. Having lived in Asia during SARs and the Avian Flu outbreaks, people wearing masks and getting your temperature taken before boarding a flight and when you deplaned were just normal baseline preventative measures.

From March 2nd I self-quarantined for 14 days only to have the county I live in go on ‘lock down’ on my final day. I thought to myself “ok, this will be three months of no travel, no big deal”. As I write this in mid-September the county where I live in North Carolina is still not fully off lock down. It took some time but mask wearing in public places here is now the rule rather than the exception it was in March, April and May.

There are Worse Places to Lock Down than a House on a Golf Course in North Carolina


I had not spent 30 straight days at home since my younger daughter was one. She turned twenty-eight in June. As I write this, I have spent six straight months in and around my house. I have only been out of my immediate area once and that only to have lunch with my niece and her husband two hours away and immediately return home. So, my life has become very similar to that of most people in the US. Hopefully a vaccine that works is available as an early Christmas present. Travel is so ingrained in me that the question people have asked me most often on business calls is, “how are you dealing with no travel?”

I was happy to have a dose of normalcy with the return of college and pro football this month but the odd fake crowd noise in empty stadiums is a bit bizarre. Hopefully they appoint a “fake crowd noise Czar” to manage the process in the coming weeks.

I have learned a few lessons during this odd time and expect to learn more before life returns to a more “normal state”.

I guess the first one is that not traveling hasn’t been that bad – at least until this week’s “mini funk”. Perhaps knowing nobody else is doing international business travel (with the odd exception) has limited my FOMO (fear of missing out) but this extended period of being home has made me appreciate how lucky I am to live where I do. I have quick access to everything I need which includes a good supermarket, hiking trails and a golf course (yes, I am “needy”). We were fortunate to have installed a sauna in the house just as lockdown was starting. I have used the sauna almost every day the last six months. Having a big house enabled us to have our younger daughter stay for two months and our elder daughter and son in law stay twice for about two weeks each time. Remote work does have advantages. There were a few days when we had four Zoom calls going at the same time. Fortunately, our internet service rose to the challenge.

Having the Kids and "Granddog" Home was Great Fun


In April, I was still foolishly hoping that June speaking gigs in Germany and Argentina would happen or just be delayed a month or two. Of course, neither happened nor will happen this year. Zoom business calls are great but Zoom “Conferences” much less so. The biggest benefit of a conference is the face to face interactions that happen outside the conference hall. 

Overall, my business has held up much better than expected. Another surprise.

The second lesson learned is that you can learn just about anything via “YouTube University”. I started a podcast in late 2017. It was recorded in studios from Buenos Aires to London to Shanghai to LA to Perth and professionally edited. Not being able to travel forced me to rethink the podcast model. After a few hours on google and YouTube, I had the answer - recording via Zoom converting the sound file to something I could edit in an off the shelf program that was simple enough to use after watching a few YouTube tutorials. When Covid started my podcast had been downloaded in about 70 countries, now that number is over 100. Shocking, given that I talk with people about the arcane topic of lithium and battery related technology. I doubt I will go back to using studios post Covid.

As I was typing the last paragraph, I got an email to confirm the Berlin event I referenced earlier is now scheduled for December 2021. I guess you can’t be too careful.

While my younger daughter, Cailin, was home I decided to avail myself of her computer savvy and have her show me how to get a website for my business up and running. I had built up a consulting business with clients on five continents just on connections and word of mouth but after seven years I had grown tired of being asked for my website URL. Certain people seemed to think you aren’t serious if you don’t have a website. My podcast was on a hosted platform and all my business writing was posted online via Linked In. Since I had a strong online presence, I saw a website as unnecessary but in just two months of being live, I have had people from over fifty countries visit the site www.globallithium.net

During her time at home, Cailin also introduced me to yoga – she was doing online classes most days via the studio she goes to in LA. I said I would try it and haven’t gone more than two days without yoga since June. With Cailin back in LA, I have relied on the Peloton app for my almost daily yoga fix. After 40 years of running without stretching, yoga has proven more effective than physical therapy for dealing with my physical imbalances that started causing me pain a few years ago. Had Covid not happened it is doubtful I would have ever tried yoga. The fact that I embraced it was a shock to both my daughters and to me as well. The old dog is learning new tricks.

Seems Like A Long Time Since I Got a Global Services Tarmac Ride to Change Planes


This week I saw several pictures of friends and relatives on vacations in the mountains and at the beach. I haven’t been anxious to fly with the “new rules” and may wait until 2021 to get back on a plane but I do feel a fall “road trip” coming on.

The duration of the pandemic certainly surprised me. I am extremely interested to see if there are any long-term impacts on how we interact in public and how we travel. I am guessing no. I think by 2022 the world will look pretty much like it did pre-Covid with no fake crowd noise needed at football games. At least I hope so.

Saturday, October 5, 2019

The Camino de Santiago


I wrote in a New Year’s blog post about “rebalancing” my life, feeling a need to spend more time on the “non work” parts and certainly less time mired in the mind numbing world of social media.

So far that desire has resulted in a two week “no work” trip to northern Sweden, Finland and Norway in January staying at the Ice Hotel, snowmobiling, dog sledding, XC skiing and “chasing views” of the Northern Lights as well as the more recent subject of this post. In September, I spent two weeks in Spain, most of the time dedicated to walking the Camino de Santiago aka “The Way of St. James” (Frances route).

The Camino has been walked for over 1,000 years and is one of the world’s oldest Christian pilgrimages. The entire route is approximately 780 kilometers beginning in France and ending at a massive cathedral in Santiago de Compostela, near the northwest coast of Spain. Thousands of “pilgrims” walk all or a portion of the route each year. Given walking the entire route takes the average “pilgrim” about 35 days, I only walked the final ~190 kilometers over an easily doable 10 days. Well, maybe not that easy. Those that walk a minimum of the last 100KM and pick up a couple of stamps (aka sellos) in a “Camino Credential” each day are rewarded with a “compostela” (certificate of completion).

I went to Spain with my wife, Connie, three of her siblings and their spouses. It is unlikely I would ever have taken the time to do this on my own but Connie really wanted to do it and since I was asked a year in advance, I responded “why not?” with no real knowledge of the Camino except a vague recollection of seeing a movie about the trek called “The Way” starring Martin Sheen.

Our group of eight people was of differing motivations, speeds and expectations. We covered between 10 and 16 miles a day on the actual route and once we stopped for the day I normally walked an additional mile or two seeing the local area (or a least that is what my fitbit told me).

As spring 2019 turned into summer my bride decided she needed to “train” for the Camino. Of course, the internet provided multiple “training programs” to guide her efforts. Although I didn’t feel a specific need to train and also felt my two college sport “better half” was up to the challenge just by taking some longish walks for several weeks, if she wanted to follow a “training program” – I was all for it. I happily joined her a few times a week as she upped her mileage. Walking 14 miles in the sunny, humid upper 90s of the North Carolina summer proved to be a confidence builder for Connie.

I was actually more concerned about being bored out of my mind walking most of the day every day for ten days. I am not sure why I felt that way because I spent more than two decades doing twenty to thirty-mile marathon training long runs about 30 weekends each year. I was never bored on those runs and never listened to music, I just let my mind go where it would.

Had I known this awaited me I wouldn't have worried about boredom
In attempt to give myself a ”pre Camino attitude adjustment”, I bought and read four books detailing “Camino experiences”.  By the end of 4th book I was looking forward to heading to Spain. I wasn’t expecting (or seeking) a major spiritual experience but it seemed the disparate authors all came to a common conclusion – walking “The Way of St. James” was a significant and, in some cases, a life changing experience. Seemed like a better use of my time than tweeting…..

We landed in Madrid on a Saturday morning and made our way west by car to Villafranca del Bierzo where we spent a couple days before starting our walk. As part of the “pilgrim” experience we stayed in what I would describe as “basic” hotels. Certainly nothing like what I stay in as a relatively spoiled business traveler but that was part of the experience. I loved the historic vibe of Villafranca and, as luck would have it, there was a festival in town. We made our way to a city square and while enjoying tapas saw an 18 wheeler navigate the narrow road into the square, contort itself into a parked status and marveled as it became obvious the workers that suddenly appeared were unloading an building a stage worthy of a top drawer rock band. A few hours later we were back in the packed square marveling that this little city was hosting such a well-produced event but as often is the case in my posts I digress – back to the Camino.

Villafranca got our Camino off to a lively start
Early on a Monday morning, about 48 hours after landing in Spain, we began our trek to Santiago de Compostela. Our first leg was actually one of the two or three most arduous of the entire ~ 780 km route since we took the more difficult, steeper and scenic "upper" route out of the city. For almost an hour we trod an oxygen sucking and sweat inducing path despite the cool morning temperatures. By the time I got to the top of the first climb I was beginning to wonder if I had overestimated my condition, underestimated the challenge or both. Not to worry, the remaining several hours was much less challenging than the first 60 minutes. We reached our hotel, quite nice by comparison to our first accommodation, by mid-afternoon. In total, I walked 35,211 steps or 15.62 miles the first day. Because of the initial steep climb, I rated the day about equal to a 20-mile marathon training run in degree of difficulty. A hot shower and a few beers later, I was ready for dinner, sleep and day 2.

Day 1 started out with a long climb
Having been told day one would be the hardest, I was surprised when day 2 began with a climb almost as difficult although shorter than day 1. Since our eight-person group had an average age in the mid 60’s our daily trip plan wasn’t as ambitious as it could have been. Day 2 was only 24,000 steps or about 10.6 miles. We arrived before noon at one the highest points (altitude wise) on the trek – the small town of O Cebreiro. By day 2, I had developed an arrival routine of washing out my quick dry merino wool socks and shirt and finding a place to hang them to dry, taking a quick shower and finding the best spot to have a beer. The group descended on the tiny local super mercado (aka supermarket) where we loaded up on meat, cheese, beer, wine and water. Our hotel had outdoor tables and a great view so no restaurant was required for lunch.

Day 2 
At dinner I had one of my many enjoyable “cultural exchanges”. As was the case on most nights, we had a “pilgrim meal” which many hostels, hotels and many restaurants along the Camino route offer for a fixed price. We were to find quality of the offerings varied quite a bit. The meal is normally a starter, a simple main and dessert. This particular evening, we ate in a large, open room where a big group was already mid meal when we arrived. They were speaking Mandarin – very loud Mandarin. As the noise level began to irritate me, I decided I could be frustrated or be friendly. I chose the latter. Picking up my wine glass I walked over to the table and toasted them in Mandarin. The look of surprise was well worth the effort but just the beginning of the payoff. The toast turned into a conversation which morphed into group introductions and an invitation to attend mass at our next stop. 

Dusting off my weak Mandarin but I got the point across
It turned out my new friends were a Taiwanese group led by a catholic priest who had lived in Dallas for a year and a retired Taiwanese business man with a 5 handicap that had lived in Dallas for more than 30 years. Since the majority of the group didn’t speak English I had no way of knowing any of them spoke English until we were about ten minutes into our chat and “Walter” came clean. It seemed he enjoyed my struggle to chat in Mandarin.

We will come back to Team Taiwan soon.

I met "Father Joe" early in the day and a very large dog a little later
September 18 aka day 3 began with a beautiful sunrise. I was getting used to steep climbs out of the gate and took the attitude that it was good to get them done early. Although we had an afternoon rain after we finished yesterday, we had another beautiful day to walk. I ran into my newly minted Taiwanese buddy ironically named “Father Joe” early in the day. They started earlier but walked more slowly. This became a pattern the next few days. Three days into the experience a couple things were clear to me – I didn’t need all those podcasts I downloaded or to listen to music. The battery on my headphones remained fully charged and unneeded. Each day I walked alone 75% of the time. Our group liked to get a few miles or two to three hours in before finding one of the many small places to stop for coffee and snacks along the route. Once it seemed time for a break I would stop and wait at a coffee place and let the consensus decide whether this was the right place or if we would wait for a better option. After separating from the group post our coffee break I heard footsteps rapidly approaching behind me and was left in the dust by a young blond hiker whose legs seemed about 6 inches longer than mine. Her speed was impressive. About 20 minutes later I saw her standing by watching as a large number of cattle were entering the path. She greeted me, wondered aloud about walking alongside very large animals. I told her it would be fine. She tentatively followed me and quickly realized a stampede was not in the offing. Ten minutes later the cattle were in a new pasture and we walked and talked for about an hour. The young lady who identified herself as Lizzy was actually doing the entire route while taking a break from university in Vancouver. We parted ways when I stopped to wait for my group but would see each other several more times including at the finish. This was a typical interaction along the route. Conversations with interesting people who often shared their reasons for being on the Camino. For the record – day 3 was 36,344 steps / 16.14 miles.

Day 4 was another great day to walk. Looking down at clouds in the valleys at times and at other times being cooled by fog before the sun did its work and burned it off. The distance was almost exactly the same as the prior day 35,944 steps and 16 miles; but the day became special after we stopped walking and entered the hotel in Sarria. This is the last place where you can begin a trek and still qualify for a compostela. A group of Irish ladies was ending their Camino for this year, they will return to do the final section next year and make it to the cathedral in Santiago. We had seen and spoken to this friendly group from “the old country” several times. As I was exiting the lobby to go to my room, I was stopped by a friendly face who proceeded to explain that she wanted to give me her walking stick. At first I didn’t understand so she explained they were leaving from home and she was following a tradition by “gifting” her walking stick to me so that it could make it to the cathedral. It was then my obligation to get it to Santiago or pass it on to somebody that would. Not thinking, I started to decline but then quickly realized I would be a real jerk if I didn’t smile and accept the gracious offer. We took a picture of her presenting the stick to me and I pulled a business card out of my pack so she could email me if she wanted to see how the “stick story” ended. We parted and before I got to my room I knew who the next custodian of the stick would be…..

Sights of Day 4
Late that afternoon, walking stick in tow, I my made my way to a local monastery where my Taiwanese buddy was going to say mass. Despite a very cool reception at the door, the local in charge seemed to wonder why a white guy was attending the “Chinese mass”. Once I was in the chapel, it was all smiles as my friends from the other side of the planet were all glad to see me and no one questioned why a Camino pilgrim would be entering a church with a big stick.


Eleanor gave the stick to me and I passed it along
 As soon as mass ended I presented Father Joe with the walking stick. He was happy as was his entire group – it seemed the “gift” cemented our new relationship. My possession of the stick was less than five hours but who could be better to make the final 100 km westward journey with the Celtic stick than a priest from the east. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I felt a wave of positive “Camino karma” as I left the church and headed to dinner.

By day 5, another 37,378 steps / 16.6 miles, I had already decided that I was going to need a return trip to the Camino. I was enjoying the hours of what I would describe as meditative solitude as I walked. I was also enjoying the hours of social interaction with family and in some cases strangers during breakfast, coffee breaks, our group daily happy hour and dinner. Although I put a daily Camino picture on my personal twitter account and made an occasional Facebook posts to keep family and friends in the loop, I enjoyed the respite from “constant connectedness”. I felt like I was in a “flow state” much of my walking time alone each day. What I used to call “runner’s high” seems to have been renamed flow state in recent years but whatever the case when you are running or walking for a couple of hours or more and it seems like only a couple minutes have passed that is my definition of “flow”. Since my knees no longer allow me to run 2,500+ miles a year the feeling of total wellbeing from endorphins coursing through my veins doesn’t come as often as it used to but it came every day on the Camino. That may sound like a bit of cosmic rubbish to many but it is my reality. At the end of Day 5, I was having a beer with my brother in laws when Walter from Taiwan rushed up and said he needed my help. Father Joe was feeling ill and they needed to delay their mass time at the local church. The Taiwan group had heard me speaking spanish and assumed I could REALLY speak spanish. He wanted me to go to the church and negotiate a new mass time with the local priest. Fortunately my basic spanish was good enough to get the job done.

Days 6-8 The weather changed after five days of sun and we had clouds, mist and bits of rain bringing cooler temps and easier walking. The damp cooling towel I wore around my neck the first five days was retired. Days 6 was the longest day yet, 38,432 steps / over 17 miles. Our hotel was nicer than normal and the coin laundry was a bonus. Our happy hour and dinner brought several more bonuses. As we shared some wine before dinner, my sister in law who recognized polish being spoken across the room initiated a singing session in their native tongue with the friendly crew from central Europe.

At dinner, the table next to us was a Japanese group. This time I toasted them with beer instead of wine but the shock on their face to hear “white faced” Japanese was a high point for me. As it turned out one of the group lived very close to where we used to live in Kobe. We would be keep seeing each other over the next few days. Our fearless leader, my eldest brother in law, happened on an Irish lady who was carrying a bottle of fine Irish whiskey and a flask of 28-year-old. She is in the whiskey business but since her walking companion doesn’t drink she decided to lighten her load by giving an unopened bottle to us. She also shared shots from her flask of 28-year-old. One of our more interesting dinners. Another highlight from the day 6 was meeting a couple from Vancouver who didn’t have an EU charging adaptor for their IPhone – not sure how that came up as we chatted but since I had a lithium charging brick in my backpack I was able to walk with them until their IPhone was powered up. They were so grateful for such a small thing. Once the phone came to life, about a dozen or so text messages came in from worried relatives that hadn’t heard from them. 

Day 7 ended in Melide, the octopus capital of Spain. I am a fan and this octopus rivaled anything I have ever had in Japan.  

Day 7 found us enjoying world class octopus
As day 8 dawned, with only three walking days left I was beginning to feel a bit of sadness that the experience would soon be over. As often happens, all my preconceptions about the trip had proven to be off the mark. I was enjoying almost everything even the marginal hotels – we met some great owners of these little places.

As time passed, the group learned to draw on our mantra that we “are pilgrims not martyrs” which meant we got tired of lousy red wine that came with many of the pilgrim dinners and began to buy good wine from the bar or outside and bring it to the table. After all, a pilgrim can only endure so much.

Day 9: the final two days were supposed to be shorter than average but with side trips proved not to be the case. On the penultimate day I clocked 37,778 steps or 16.79 miles. It was an unusual day in that I got farther ahead of the group than I planned and stopped on a bridge entering the town where I was told we would be having lunch. I figured if the group was on the trail they had to cross the same bridge. Well, 20 minutes later they hadn’t shown so I text Connie a picture of where I was and told her I was going to have a beer and wait. Another 25 minutes passed and I got a text saying they were only 2 km away from the hotel but I was 3 km away. Seems there are two routes around this particular town – so I did what any pilgrim would do – I put the hotel GPS coordinates in my phone and took the quickest route there which happened to be on a highway and obviously a trucker’s route. Between trucks and some large dogs it proved to be my most pulse elevating 3km of the trek. Overcome by catholic guilt upon arrival... after lunch I backtracked on the Camino path just to see what I had missed which is why it became a high mileage day.

The views were normally great but I enjoyed the cool fog too
Final day. I really wanted to savor the last several kilometers of the walk. We left in the dark so that we would have more daylight hours in Santiago. I was actually glad the walk started with a relatively steep hill at what was marked as 15km from the finish but was actually about 22 km away based on the route we took which included a bit of a side trip to see a park where the pope had said mass a few years ago. We stayed together more as a group on the final day. From my perspective ten days had flown by. It had been fun spending so much quality time with family even though most of the time I spent with them was in the non-walking hours. Everyone seemed very happy about the experience. Our last few kilometers were very urban which was kind of a shock back to the normal world. For almost all of the ten days it was all pilgrims doing a common thing – walking a path toward a goal. Once we hit Santiago proper, we were a bit like oddballs making our way through city had to put up with a daily dose of pilgrims on the last leg of a personal journey who were apt to step into traffic or otherwise upset the rhythm of a working metro area. I found it a fitting reentry but was even more impressed by the rapid change back to a pilgrim dominated vibe when we entered the cathedral square. I took in the reactions of all those around me: smiles, tears, relief, high fives, etc.

All smiles at the finish
My eyes were immediately drawn to a red headed lady standing off in the distance. We had crossed paths many times over the ten days. Despite the fact I didn’t know her name she seemed like an old friend. She had pressed on and finished a day ahead of us but was just enjoying the spectacle of seeing people finish. I finally learned her name was Patricia. Connie and I chatted with her for a few minutes. We knew she was from Munich but got a little more of her story.  She then told us the compostela process had gone high tech and we should hurry over and get a number. Instead of standing in snaking line of hundreds of people, you now can get a number with a QR code on it, download an app and be updated on when your number will be called. We got our numbers about 2PM, had lunch and realized we had gotten about the last numbers given for the day as our times to present our credentials for the compestela came up at the closing time of 8PM. Fully documented we were off to a great “non-pilgrim” dinner.

We wanted to see the area and attend a pilgrim mass the next day so we had booked rooms for a couple of nights in a hotel which was an old monastery next to the cathedral.

We left Spain six days ago but I am still processing the experience which for me was so much better than I expected. I enjoyed the simplicity of focusing on nothing but the simple task of walking from one small town to the next day after day and just taking in what my senses perceived. Despite growing up in farm country, I have greatly expanded my olfactory inventory of the various grades of cow, sheep and horse poop which wasn’t overbearing but seemed to change by the day perhaps due to varying diets. This was definitely both a physical and spiritual (not really religious) experience for me. I couldn’t have done it with a better group of people.

Postscript - Connie lost her prescription sunglasses not once but twice on the trip. Once when they fell out of her backpack on the trail and then on the final night in the hotel in Madrid. We were having lunch about 3km from where Connie had rearranged he backpack and lost the glasses. Connie realized the glasses were gone and had planned to walk back and find them. Fortunately a couple found them. Connie's name was in the case so as we finished lunch the couple appeared and asked if a "Constance Lowry is here". 

Connie with the couple that found her glasses
A very unlikely scenario. She parted ways again when she uncharacteristically left something in a hotel room. Upon arrival at home she called the hotel and they sent them to her by Fed-X.

Monday, September 9, 2019

Aging Out?


“It is better to burn out than it is to rust”
Neil Young

I don’t obsess about the passage of time but I have to admit I think about it more than I used to.

A couple days ago I was in a trendy supermarket (not normally my style) shopping for raw material to do my weekly grilling of wild caught fish and grass fed beef to complement my daily “Bulletproof Coffee” habit. Clearly, I am not on the slippery slope to veganism but I do pay more attention to the quality of things I put in my mouth these days. As I approached the meat counter, my phone rang. It was my younger daughter checking in from LA. “Hey Dad, how do you feel about running another marathon?”

I was the crew when my daughter ran her first marathon

Like “Alexa” my knees monitor all my conversations. While I tried to say “well buddy, let me think about it” my knees were saying “hell no!, really XXXXing bad idea”. Not wanting to let my aging knees push me around, my rejoinder was “maybe doing a half marathon is a better idea”. So we agreed that we would try to find a half marathon that would be part of her training to run her second marathon of the decade. As the years seem to pass by faster and faster, I am finally learning to begin to accept my limitations….. Well, maybe.

According to my Fitbit, last week I walked, hiked, jogged and hobbled 78.98 miles. Half a lifetime ago when I was running 5 marathons or more a year, covering this mileage would have taken less than ten hours, last week if the “demon on my wrist” is to be believed it took me closer to 19 hours. What can I say, “stuff (aka shit) happens”.

Going the distance takes longer than it used to

In a few days I will leave for Spain to hike approximately 112 miles over ten days with several family members on a route “El Camino pilgrims” have been traversing for over 900 years. The entire route is over 500 miles starting in France and terminating near the Atlantic coast of Spain, I am only doing the “home stretch” this time. Time constraints make 500+ miles impractical although I am quite sure if I find the experience enjoyable, I will go back and do the entire distance. Hell, if an untrained Martin Sheen could "go the distance" in the movie “The Way” why can’t I?

I don’t write in my personal blog much these days but it seems in recent years I always feel the need to memorialize getting fired on 9/10/2012. For several weeks after the actual event I felt like I had experienced “the end” of my career only to realize by 2013 I had really experienced, as my wife put it “Christmas in September”. As usual she proved to be correct, in five years on my own I made more money than I did in 23 years as a “corporate executive”. I spent less time working and had a LOT more fun doing it. That said, success only happened because of all the friends I made along the way. Fortunately "being of a certain age" hasn't limited my ability to make a living.

Time has done its job and given me perspective. Seven years after getting fired, I have only good things to say about  "the axe falling”. I never pretended it didn’t hurt at the time but fortunately I was able to move on and, with a lot of help, prosper.

I still love the (lithium) business I grew up in but now I spend almost as much time thinking about how I can support younger people in their careers – lithium or otherwise while I spend more and more time trying to slow down my mental and physical decline curve. 

Lithium has been "a long and winding road"
Today I held my breath for 4 minutes and 35 seconds while doing my normal breathing exercises. I couldn’t have done that at age 20, 30, 40 or 50 but I also know running marathons in the 2:40’s as I did “back in the day” is off the table. So I have to take the good with the bad and look for the upside.


I won’t belabor this post. If I do the math and use actuarial assumptions I still have over 40% of my adult life (assume it started at 20) left. Why wouldn’t I focus on the many things I still want to accomplish?

Learn another language or two, write a book and maybe run another marathon with my younger daughter when she turns 40 in 13 years. Of course the more immediate issue is running a half marathon in late December.

I am hoping my remaining glass is more than half full. I am not asking why the engineer designed the glass to be twice as large as required......