With Every End, A New Beginning

Today is my last day at my current workplace.

I’ve been in my role for three years and a couple of months, and it’s my second job at the level of a “senior manager”. So when the opportunity came to move on to a “director” level position at a local financial services company, I was happy to pursue (as happy as I was to be pursued by them. It’s really quite a flattering thing!).

Many months later, I’ve accepted the employment offer, presented my notice, and wrapped up all the work in front of me in order to move on. The change in position is as welcome as the change of company, and quite honestly, I’ll be relieved to move away from my not-for-profit salary, too.

With the new year will come a new role at a new company in a new sector, and of course, many new responsibilities. I’ll pretty much be a suit guy, which is exciting, and I’ll be running marketing & communications with a direct reporting line to the C-suite — intimidating as much as it is exciting.

One of the things I find myself fretting over, at least at this point in time, is the impact this change will have on my training.

The new job brings a bit of a longer commute — nothing horrible, just more to the tune of 40 minutes each way than my current 20. But it will also come with longer hours, and more travel. The prospect of losing time in my day terrifies me because I don’t want to lose the training time.

I’ve been fortunate in my old role, in that it was pretty consistently an 8-hours-a-day affair, with minimal evenings or weekends required. Over the summers, my otherwise maddening workload eased off a bit, allowing me to focus on my obsession with run-bike-run — and even to do some of that right from the parking lot of the office, as we were more rural than urban, and great riding was just outside our doors.

Those benefits, however, don’t outweigh the need to move onward, and upward. So training will become something I work at fitting in again. Some part of me knows that the drive to train is so firmly embedded in me that I’ll make it work. The other part of me is afraid that I’ll fail. With failure comes getting fat again, and I’m not interested in going back there ever again.

It’s not like I never had to make a squeeze to fit in the sessions of running or cycling, or strength training, in the old job. But I imagine that for the coming months, if not more, I’ll be working harder at working out when I’m not working. This may mean more after-dinner workouts (whereas I currently scoot home or to the gym right after work) and will certainly mean more long workouts on the weekends. Or, heaven forbid, I may need to tackle some morning workouts.

The company offers a health club/fitness benefit, which I’ll happily take. And I’ve heard that its president goes across the street to the gym at lunch each day. So that bodes well for a guy like me, who wants to be sure his fitness doesn’t fade to fatness.

After all, I’ve got some snazzy new suits to fit into.


One thought on “With Every End, A New Beginning

  1. As someone who has paid attention to wellness in self and others, I see much merit in your self awareness and admitting to a potential problem. You have been a determined person for as long as I have known you. That too contributes to your likely success in adapting your schedule. You will shine in your work and your fitness goals. Wishing you balance, wisdom and good health, Marshal.


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