A Day at the Beach

Here I am. Sitting by a swimming pool in the heat.

Lovely, except that it’s gone 8.00pm, I’ve travelled from one end of our island to the other, it’s been a tough day, and I’m wearing a suit. No cold beer, in fact not even a tepid coffee because the machine in the lobby is broken.

Number #2 Son is in the pool and has been since 5.30pm. He was at school all day before his mum dropped him off at the pool. At least he had time to change out of his uniform.

We’ll finish soon and banter our way through the rain to the car park and home by 9.00 ish. I left home Sunday lunchtime after prepping a presentation all day Saturday.

So what? Is this a humblebrag?

Nope, it’s just the relentless keeping going for both of us. Do you want to be a national class swimmer? That’s 20 hours of your life every week and getting up at 5.00 am every other day.

Want to run a business and not be beholden to idiots? Same thing but less water and chlorine and more hours.

It’s not because you necessarily want to do it – the novelty wears off after a couple of decades – it’s because its what you need to do.