Sunday, November 1, 2009

Consequences of action



I think I reached the pinnacle of multi-tasking this morning when I applied an intensive hair treatment, threw on my cap, and took off down the street for a run.

I broke all the rules – how surprising - putting it on dry hair and leaving it for five times the recommended treatment time. In fact, it is still in my hair right now. Yeah, yeah, I‘ll get to it in a minute.

Come to think of it, I haven’t shampooed since my swim in the pool yesterday. Does that count as ‘washing’ it? No wonder my hair resembles a millet broom.

The crazy thing is that I have a list of certain ‘damage control’ activities that I have to engage in so I can maintain a healthy lifestyle. I regularly lose toenails running; my hair is snapping from swimming laps; who knows what the consequences of cycling are going to be when I get my bike next month (beyond the catastrophic consequence of developing cyclist's thighs). I suspect, given that I am not renowned for my grace and co-ordination, they may be more life threatening than split ends.

The list goes on: breathing in the 'fresh' city air, cutting sleep to fit in exercise, running in traffic…. risky!... It appears that every action in this life exacts a price. What is the cost of gaining a healthy heart? Cancer from sunscreen (you know, the stuff I use to avoid cancer…), or cataracts from sun exposure, or a sprained ankle from a pot hole?….seriously!

It’s a game, really. Try to balance out the good and the bad; oh yeah, and not dying, that’s a priority. It’s not my nature to think about these things – hence the long, long list of historically dangerous behaviour - but when I do contemplate them…

Today I am preparing for a ‘holistic health’ day of family, friends and water-skiing. There’s benefit to be had on so many levels, so I am choosing to ignore the myriad of possibly negative outcomes. They may never eventuate; I mean, gigantic eels may not really live in this dam, (or Amazonian caimans) and if they do, they may not like the taste of human flesh as I first suspected.

I just washed out the conditioner and my hair is soft and supple. Great. Now I can go and trash it again.