52% intelligent. 9% modest. More monkey than bear.
Monday 14 May 2018
upside your head...
Throughout my adult life, I have often been accused of being cynical.
I actually don't really agree with this assessment at all, but I've probably only got myself to blame. I prize critical thinking very highly indeed, and I'm also blessed with an almost complete inability *not* to say what's actually on my mind. On the rare occasions that I have been able to keep my mouth shut and my opinions to myself, I have sadly been unable to keep exactly what I'm thinking from being easily readable on my face.
I admire this quality in other people, but I have to say that it hasn't been particularly good for my career.
Anyway. Safe to say that I don't think I'm generally seen by people as a glass-half-full kind of a guy.
I was speaking to someone that I've known for more than a decade the other day, and he was genuinely taken aback when I suggested that I was a cynic. He seemed to think that I was pretty much the case-study of an optimist.
Well, how else did I explain my attitude to life since my diagnosis with MS and the fact that I started running marathons?
Now I was taken aback. I've been called lots of things over the years, but I don't think anyone has ever accused me of optimism before.
Well, it's been a little over three weeks since I ran the hottest London Marathon ever. Since then, I've been managing a dodgy ankle, a black toenail (incredibly the first one in my running career!), a strained glute muscle, a sore knee, a possible inguinal hernia and a nasty lingering cough.
Oh, and MS.
This coming Sunday, I'm going to be running the Liverpool Marathon on what is apparently forecast to be the hottest day of the year.