My weeks are numbered until I hit the big three-zero and I find my body failing to do what its younger self once did. I’m amazed that NBA basketball players are considered to be in their prime at this age, yet I’m struggling to run in the groceries from the car to the kitchen. The past few years I haven’t been as active as my balance between work and play dungeoned me to the office. So exercise had to be cut out. And before I knew it, my body was hit with old age like a ton of bricks.I started something I call construction cardio, which includes activities like drywalling a ceiling in 24 hours, speed painting primer and topcoat, and more.

I look back and my younger, svelte self and think about how I would run circles around my current build. Similar to what you saw last Saturday when the younger Pacquaio perfectly executed plan beat up a washed up De La Hoya. No, that’s too harsh. It’s not that I’ve gotten hefty at the love handle area, but more that my endurance has diminished.

I was thinking of doing some light running to get the heart beating. Too bad it gets dark around 1600 and there’s nothing I want more than running down a poorly lit street in the cold. I was also thinking in the spring/summer that I could play basketball. I’ve been planning to do this for over 2 years now and have yet to stepp foot on black asphalt. In comparison, Gred Oden has gotten more playing time than me. With a new responsibility of caring for a baby, I’m going to have to find ways to manage time better.

So I ask for your help: how do I manage time for work, play, child, health,
and love?