Slugging it out

People who’ve known me for long and those who have just come to know of me, will agree that I strive to strike a chord with synchrony. Of course my assumptions, about others being aware of my little nagging habit of being preoccupied by time management, could be questioned, debated or thrown down the thrash chute.

I’ve got this obsessive thing going on about slugging it out at the gym and have been regularly working out for most parts of the past 10 years – the results (of such a long histoy of working out) could be debated by anyone who takes a look at me. I admit, I’m still as skinny as I used to be when I entered Med-school but I love the rush of endorphins and adrenaline that I get when I work out. In a way I’m a masochist because I just love the muscle pain that I get when I work out and this is what keeps me going back to the workhouse. Without digressing much into the details of my masochistic proclivities, I choose to write this post because I need a place to rant.

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Living with 3 best roommates one could ask for, does not automatically entitle me with an empathizing shoulder, nor does this mean that I’m a cry baby and need someone by my side. I need someone to discuss my issues and currently those issues concern time management. Balancing research, MPH studies and USMLE preps is a tough task but not altogether impossible but considering all the other leisurely activities that I want to indulge in, it sure does beat the hell out of me. I’m no virtuoso when it comes to playing the guitar but I surely love the feel of the instrument in my hand and due to my scholastic committments, I’ve almost given up of any hope to play it till this years August. Now, it is time to give up on the workout sessions as well – and I hate that to my gut. Off late I haven’t been able to work out regularly, the most I could muster is twice or thrice a week. All this because I’ve got to study, cook, study more and go to work. I hate this monotony.

I had to give up on an hour of work today to go to the gym just because I wanted to break free of the routine and stimulate my “wild” side again – actually more so in terms of proof of concept that I still had what it takes to slug it off at the gym. It sure beats sitting in front of the PC for 4 hours and typing SPSS commands, looking at outputs and trying to figure out the problems of the world.

Here’s to a ray of hope – Fight on, Fly on… till the Last Drop of Blood and Gasoline.

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