Sometimes I feel like Star Jones, always saying “I am a Lawyer!” (And the triathlon purists roll their eyes… “Isn’t this blog simply supposed to be about triathlon?” Yes, hold your horses.)
I am really the anti-Star Jones. I start off most conversations about, “What do YOU do for a living” with an ambiguous response like, “Well, I work at a law firm, but that’s boring. What do YOU do?” People usually nod, and about 67% of the time, they are cool with moving on to their employment, and that’s the end of the further explanation.
However, sometimes I have to get into it further. “What do you do at the law firm?” they’ll ask. I dread this part.
But, I say it, “I’m an attorney,” and then one of three things happens:
1) the person has absolutely no reaction (thank goodness);
2) they suddenly are very interested (and also, angry) and follow up my response with something like, “OH, I HATE LAWYERS! How despicable. How do you do it?”; or
3) they are interested because they have a legal problem that suddenly I can assist with.
(I have utmost sympathy for doctors. At least people come up to me saying, “I have this neighbor who has a loud dog and he keeps me up all night barking…” With doctors, I imagine there’s a lot of “Hey doc, I’ve got this thing under my arm…” (lifting shirt) “…can you take a look now?”)
Anyway. Last night, I was thinking about what I’d like to be when I grow up. I started doing some math. I calculated how much money I would be “losing” if I quit my job. I did the calculation based on 35 years (the expectation of evil years I have left in this profession).
My realization: the Golden Handcuffs have absolutely got me.
And even though my handcuffs are more Sterling Silver than real gold… I am absolutely stuck.Now, I’m wondering how the Lessons in Patience are paying off.
How many of you are stuck? In a place you don’t want to be? In a job that you swear will rip your entire soul out before the end of the month? Are we just glad to have jobs, especially in this economy? (Yes, I know this is correct.) But really, how many of us just want more? Or something different? Something that doesn’t actually pain our stomachs and drive us to drink each day?
I thank God for triathlon.
Triathlon, I am certain, is gaining its rampant popularity due to the fact that people hate their day jobs. Hate. Hate.
Being a “Weekend Warrior” allows a person who can’t survive another weekday spreadsheet, another classroom of bratty munchkins, to get on a bike and ride free… to run until the pain goes away… to swim 70.3 flip turns until the sounds of the evil boss is gone with the bubbles and the taste of chlorine.
I’m not sure what to say about the Golden Handcuffs.
But I believe triathlon is the key to open the cuffs. Not permanently, but regularly. With a workout, I can break free of the cuffs, and be me.
Triathlon is the joyful noise that gets me through.
At the end of the day, I may be forced to stick out my arms and return to the prison.
But I know, deep in my heart that the sunshine was worth it…and that the weekend escape with my fellow triathlete “inmates” is enough to keep me going until the next time.