Blowing up, not Blowing out

Back in June '11, after a few beers, I began to shoot my mouth off about my athletic prowess as a runner. Though I hadn't run since 8th grade cross country, I was sure that I could still do it and furthermore, proclaimed that I would be running at least a half {if not a full} marathon by the year's end.

First race I ran was September 11th and it was one of the Chicago's Half Marathons. I finished...though its not exactly clear how. At some point, dehydration, hypoglycemia, and sheer lack of training caught up with me. I staggered the last few meters to the finish, woke up in the ambulance to some EMTs asking me questions, passed out again to wake up in the ER, passed out demanding that they don't cut my shirt off or destroy my iPod, woke up and passed out again.

I had hit the the runner's Red Line and had pushed my body past its working zone. Suddenly I had a new respect for the running and the toll it can extract from your body if you're ill prepared or not properly conditioned. In a strange, quasi world, it reminded me of trading.

It was as if the race had become a metaphor of my trading. Maybe I staggered to the finish, but the results had been less than impressive. My time of 1:38 was nothing spectacular and my arrival at the ER was ultimately a kick in the shins. It was as if I had just been trading huge, slinging futures here and there until the weight of my own position caused me to puke. All traders that have longevity in this business seem to have an innate sense of when to hit the eject button on a loser. Strangely in a race, that eject button was the finish line, but to hit in an orderly fashion, would have required me to walk. In my mind Walking was the same as Puking a position. I wasn't willing to make that trade. The results are documented in my permanent medical history.

I've made the puke trade countless times. It never feels good during the vomiting session, but the relief shortly thereafter is always euphorically refreshing. I'm reminded of one of the few stories I can recall from my uncle Al before he passed away. After listening to any problem you might have had he'd calmly say, "It doesn't matter how many times you've fallen off the horse, it only matters how quickly you get back on." I attacked running with renewed vigor. I adjusted my methodology, changed my diet, trained differently...almost as if I had gone back to the desk, found the charts and worked a new strategy for the next time my positions went awry.

I don't share this to say that I've got it all figured out in either of these areas {running or trading}. But I will say that I continue to do both regardless of the beat downs. The goal for me isn't to just finish the race or exit the trade, it is to smash my personal best and to squeeze every last tick out of the winners. More running tales later on, but for now, back to the grind of the trading day.

~LH