So I have been having a rough week. If you follow my twitter stream, or read this blog, you know that two days were chuck full of self doubt, and ugh. I missed a workout in there, and from that I was able to sort of figure out that I need to work out. Simply put I need it as much as I need anything else in my life.
So tonight I went to the gym, all filled up with whey protein, and I beat the living tar out of myself. I wanted to find the other side, the breaking point, the point where you stop counting, and just keep lifting the weight. I found it, it was great. I had a great time on the treadmill (blog post on the shoe mistake coming later), and the weights were awesome. By the time it was over my soul was clear, I was unsure as to what was bothering me. And now, now I simply feel like ground beef. Just shot. I am so looking forward to sleeping, and seeing what will come from that amazingness.
I love this feeling.
John H. Fischer
8:48 am on January 14th
pushing one self beyond their limits is truly good for the soul..
It forces the brain to concentrate on the task at hand and litterally everything else gets cleared out. Then, once clear, you have the luxury of picking and choosing which items you let back in.
Back when I lived in Monterey CA, the only way to clear my head was to drive down highway 101 as fast as I could from Monterey down to Big Sur, it required constant focus because an error on that road at any real speed will get you killed…
By the time I got to Big Sur, my mind was mush… but cleared out of all that ailed me… it allowed me an hour or two to just watch the surf and then enjoy the ride back at a much more sane pace.
Wendy Lynn Staats
8:40 am on January 15th
I am very familiar with that feeling, Dino.
If I break my exercise routine and miss a few days, I experience an uncannny mental imbalance. I feel my psyche slowly begin to slip away from the bright and positive, to a place I greatly dislike.
One workout, and I feel significantly better.
I’ve accepted that it’s a part of life I need- like eating or sleeping, I simply *must* make time for exercise. I am just not willing to let myself suffer the dire consequences of slacking off!
Dino Corvino
2:29 pm on January 15th
John…Can I borrow the Vette the next time I am feeling blue?
John H. Fischer
3:20 pm on January 15th
how’s your insurance
(at the time – 87-88 – my Highway 101 death rocket was actually a little two wheel drive Toyota truck)
Saltpeter
4:20 pm on January 15th
Johnny! I’ve been down that highway on the way down to the brussellsprout festival. Vette yes, Toyota truck no. I hope it was tight because a flyer over the guard rail there would not be good.
Question…what would my insurance company say if I turned in a claim for your car? It’s never happened to me, like with a rental, but it must or would be interesting.
Dino…let’s go!! If we rock now we can see the sun set in Florida tomorow! Doc, you’re swell, Thanks!
Dino Corvino
8:41 pm on January 16th
I agree John. I like the etch a sketch sense that goes with your consciousness. You sort of brush it all out, like a zamboni, and then you can start over.