It’s hot and muggy; a hazy pall seems to levitate before me. We call it Pennsylvania in summer. Chest pain yesterday, nitro in gym bag. Intervals today. I hate running intervals as much now as I did in high school, but they’re better for the heart than just running distance. Twenty-four 110’s. Did I mention it was hot?
I am on the high school track. The football team is/are—where are all the English majors when you need them—going through their drills. Running and thinking. That’s a good combination for me. After two laps I’m glistening, after three I’m soaked through. That’s when it hits me.
Practice. Offensive and defensive drills. Blocking and tackling. Run the option. Block the punt. Come back tomorrow and do it again. Do it until you get it right. Do it until you can get it right in the game. Pretty neat idea all this practicing.
Know where this is headed? See, that wasn’t too difficult—remember, the desk is hard, the task is difficult. (My one takeaway from eighth grade English.) Who doesn’t get to practice, doesn’t even have a coach? Bingo, the EHR Project Management Executive. It would be better if they did. Imagine this conversation:
“Sorry Charlie, hit the showers.”
“Your change management isn’t working for you today. You’re leaving processes untouched.”
“It was the docs’ fault. They just toy with me. Treat me like a wonk and tell IT jokes behind my back.”
“Your game plan is coming apart.”
“But I didn’t get to practice, we didn’t even get to warm up. I’ll do better next time.”
“Which next time is that Charlie? With whose money? These are The Bigs, Charlie. Only grownups play here. I’m afraid I’m going to have to send you back down to Single A.”
“Sorry Charlie”—sounds like the tuna commercial.
You’ve got one shot at this, no warmups, no practices; there are no do-overs, and you are gambling millions. DIRT-FIT Do It Right The FIrst Time
Paul M. Roemer
Chief Imaginist, Healthcare IT Strategy
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