What’s good, good people. I have been on a full sprint for the past month or so. Full on, high steppin’, walk on water sprint-job. Needless to say that when you are trying to stay afloat by running on water you can’t really carry a load. All peripherals fall wayward, the blood leaves your extremities and actively supports your core. There is a strange satisfaction I get from setting goals, achieving them and starting anew. I believe that is the base currency of my happiness in life. These goals are not always professional or project oriented. Often times they are more relationship-facing or parental. Either way I feel certain that the trick to getting by with a reliable smile on your face is by challenging and achieving.
Similar to dancing, hustling hard and running full speed can leave you looking physically ridiculous to a spectator. When your eyes are transfixed on the prize it is sometimes hard to notice that your arms are flailing about. That being said I am going to propose a new slang term for when we are on our extreme hustle. The next time I am juggling three or four projects and training for a half marathon I am going to say “I’ve gone Basset Hound“. Why? See below.