Morbid Thoughts

In the early hours of this morning when I went to bed, for some reason my mind turned to Richard Whiteley’s death at 61 years old. When you say it glibly it means nothing does it – it’s just a number, but then I realised that if I live to be as old as him, my life is 2/3 gone. I’ve only a third left. When I row at the gym, I tend to use one visualisation – that of a circle. As I reach a quarter distance I picture it, then at halfway and I always visualise having only a third left. It’s because I’m past halfway, keeping the rhythm going may be difficult but I’m nearly there, not long to go, soon I can stop. Those words jumped into my mind as I thought about the last one third of my life. Not long to go. My stomach sank and I actually felt sick. The light of day has lifted what wasn’t an emotional plunge more just a sudden brilliant flash of mortality. And I’m sitting here typing this when in one hour I’ll be on that rower :)

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  1. Richard Whiteley was a good man, though I never knew him, or even anything about him for that matter until I read this blog entry. But, I do know that the poor man passed away from pneumonia and heart surgery. Average life expectancy is well above 61, so one third nothin! Tons of time left, especially for those of us who exercise/row. All there is to do now is for us to listen to what our mothers always told us: Don’t play outside when it rains, and eat low cholesterol foods.

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