How the hell did I get to here, after where I was four weeks ago?
If I could bottle this, I would be rich indeed.
Back in the days when I used to be a Triathlete (when I had a younger man’s left knee) anybody who coached me or helped me with swimming used to talk about swimming downhill.
If you swim enough over winter, improve your stroke and put in the miles, you’ll reach a stage in the middle of the season somewhere between May and September where it feels like your swimming downhill.
For the record, I never, ever felt like I was swimming downhill.
Other people talk about no chain on a bike where it feels like you’re just pedalling with no resistance, I have had that. Twice now I think; once in 2017 coming off the big hill in France and once a few weeks ago in Nottingham with Louis Dunne during the 100 mile bike ride.
This week it’s happened again, with life overall though.
Just as I produce this, in the sunshine, travelling back from looking after a new and developing implant dentist and his team, to see new patients in my own practice, having had a marketing meeting on the phone with my brilliant marketing team, it feels like it’s easy.
It feels like everything is going to be fine forever.
Compared to where I was four weeks ago where it felt like I was wading through golden syrup with concrete boots on, this is a far cry and a different place altogether.
It won’t last forever - I know that - but now the older I get, the more I enjoy these periods when things are ok.
It’s only Wednesday, I haven’t heard of this week’s crisis yet and it might be lying there for me as soon as I get back to the practice but just for a few minutes today in the sunshine, just right now, I’ll swim downhill.
Blog Post Number: 1709