been upset and frustrated these last few days. Not to mention saddened
to see all these Father's Day messages. Not because mine is gone now but
because we never had any type of relationship. If nothing else, he
taught me the man I didn't want to be...so I guess there's always a
lesson to be learned. I wasn't going to add the frustration of missing
out on some training time...so, off to the Church
of Sweat to exercise demons.
And oh by the way, can I just say that those gym colors are
driving my crazy?! I feel like I'm in some weird Joker-esque torture
place when I'm in there. At least I had the gym to myself. A solid 90
minute lift session with a cardio warmup. One positive thing in the day
So wait, you
mean I can't take a week plus off and not make up all my training and
regain my level of fitness with one workout?! Sonuva!
While I am able to
swim, bike, run, lift...I've been struggling with the motivation and
desire to do so. I wish I could put my finger on it but I can't. It's really weird too because it's the first time I've really found myself in this position. Well, only thing to do is to try and get back at it. So, found some cycling coverage, got my butt on the bike and knocked out a solid hour.
NO matter my fitness shape, I feel like I just get on the bike and ride forever. I'll take that as a goofdthing. Haha
A 1200m swim (200 opener, alternating sets
of 50 kick/50 pull/100 free, 100 cool down). Oh my! I never cease to
be amazed how easy it is to be humbled by the water. Strength means
little to nothing in the water...it's all about proper form. A form
which I've lost. Talk about a perishable skill! Ooph. I'm gonna feel
that tomorrow. Well, the one good thing to take away is that my hip feels great after all those sets. Not as strong as it was of course but no pain. Now to build on that!