...or maybe I have, but I'm still a schmuck.
I've been intrigued by Malcolm Gladwell's hypothesis that it takes 10,000 hours of work to actually become good at something -- a sport, a subject area, a musical instrument, a concept, etc. One must practice and devote oneself for 10,000 hours before one can say, "Hey, I've got expertise in this."
I did the math yesterday after feeling like a lethargic hippopotamus while running. I was like, "Dang it, Bryan, you must have run at least 10,000 hours in your life." But then I did the math. Assuming I ran an hour every day since I was 16, that is only slightly over 9,000 hours. Factor in I didn't run everyday and that takes away from that number, but then add in my 20s where I ran 2 hours every day and that brings it back up. My point is that I'm not at 10,000 hours of running in my life, but I still suck at life.
Want to know why I suck at life?
Well, because yesterday I was on mile 5 yesterday when a black car came running through a red light and nearly killed me. I flew into some bushes to save my life and, luckily, came out with a only a few scratches. Normally I'm in peace mode while running (a Zen-Buddhist thing), but this pissed me off. I dusted the leaves and thorns from my arms and flipped the car off. In fact, I actually cussed at the car . I hate rude drivers and I was angry. ##$$^$#@@!
It was then, however, that I realized there were several cars running the red light and they all had their headlights on.
Yep. It was a funeral procession and the lead car with the casket was the one that knocked me off the road. I totally cussed out a casket-carrying vehicle and all the cars that followed saw me in action (and with absolute incivility).
That is when I ran back into the bushes and hid.
10,000 hours and I haven't learned a thing except for the fact that some things will never change.
Bryan will always be Bryan.
I've been intrigued by Malcolm Gladwell's hypothesis that it takes 10,000 hours of work to actually become good at something -- a sport, a subject area, a musical instrument, a concept, etc. One must practice and devote oneself for 10,000 hours before one can say, "Hey, I've got expertise in this."
I did the math yesterday after feeling like a lethargic hippopotamus while running. I was like, "Dang it, Bryan, you must have run at least 10,000 hours in your life." But then I did the math. Assuming I ran an hour every day since I was 16, that is only slightly over 9,000 hours. Factor in I didn't run everyday and that takes away from that number, but then add in my 20s where I ran 2 hours every day and that brings it back up. My point is that I'm not at 10,000 hours of running in my life, but I still suck at life.
Want to know why I suck at life?
Well, because yesterday I was on mile 5 yesterday when a black car came running through a red light and nearly killed me. I flew into some bushes to save my life and, luckily, came out with a only a few scratches. Normally I'm in peace mode while running (a Zen-Buddhist thing), but this pissed me off. I dusted the leaves and thorns from my arms and flipped the car off. In fact, I actually cussed at the car . I hate rude drivers and I was angry. ##$$^$#@@!
It was then, however, that I realized there were several cars running the red light and they all had their headlights on.
Yep. It was a funeral procession and the lead car with the casket was the one that knocked me off the road. I totally cussed out a casket-carrying vehicle and all the cars that followed saw me in action (and with absolute incivility).
That is when I ran back into the bushes and hid.
10,000 hours and I haven't learned a thing except for the fact that some things will never change.
Bryan will always be Bryan.
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