I got home after midnight after a grueling six-hour drive from Nashville. So I slept until six — thus missing my Fit4Change training today. I woke up feeling guilty and thinking about the poem that Paul Lacoste read called Man in the Glass. Here’s the last stanza:
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years.
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be the heartaches and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.
I thought, “Did I cheat myself?” No. I needed the five and a half hours of sleep I got this morning. My son and I will run this afternoon. I’m going to do my sit-ups and pushups, too. I’ll attack it full speed on Tuesday.
The man in the glass expects no less.