Sometimes, during the monotony of a Peloton ride (sorry, Matt Wilpers, but it’s true), I think about my parents- both of which are dead. And my level of the ancestry.com family tree is up next. One day, 6 months after my death, there will be one of those little green leaves, linking to my death certificate.
And after many hours in Zone 2 and 3, contemplating death, I’ve landed on two insights.
- The ability to move is so precious. Don’t give up your strength or mobility without a fight! A lot of people would love to be able to pedal along as I am doing in that moment
- Life is too short to do things that you hate. If you are trying to build a habit, it’s so important to find a way to love it. If Peloton isn’t your thing, find something that is. Because, guess what, we’ll all be dead at some point and there’s no point being miserable
OK, that’s my PSA on contemplating death for the day. Carry on.
