Run, Cheetara!

 

When I was younger, I would come home from school and catch a cartoon called, “Thundercats”.

It was about a group of futuristic cats with different powers that fought evildoers.

One particular episode I remember was of a tunnel. At the end of the tunnel was an object the Thundercats needed to defeat evil. The trouble was that once you entered the tunnel, you began to age. The further you went into the tunnel, the more you would age. 

None of the Thundercats stood a chance at reaching the object, except for one, Cheetara. Cheetara, as her name demonstrates, had the speed of a cheetah. The theory was that because Cheetara was so fast, she could run into the tunnel, reach the object and return with it before the aging would catch up with her. She would run faster than the tunnel could age her.

But even Cheetara was affected by the tunnel. She ran fast, but still aged rapidly.

The episode was quite intense as I sat on the floor eating some Pringles, wondering if she would make it. Her speed slowed to that of a crawl. She retrieved the object, but was she so old now, it seemed that she wouldn’t make it out alive.

Of course she does and the evil forces are defeated.

That’s a lot of backstory to say that recently I have felt like I am in this tunnel. I am not sure what happened, but when I turned forty, I began to slow down.

We have been busy preparing things for a big party at our house this Saturday. I am trying to remodel our bathroom, build a new goat pen, get the yard ready and still keep up with all of my day to day work and responsibilities.

It’s wearing me out.

I used to manage so much better, never feel fatigue and accomplish much.

Now, I accomplish much, but I feel it a lot more.

I’m not done though. I’m taking a lesson from my friend Cheetara.

Run.

When you can’t run, walk.

When you can’t walk, crawl.

But whatever you do, don’t stop moving.