The Paint King

I am out for Ice Age.  The page has turned.  There will be other adventures.  Good luck at John Dick 50k today.  Let me know how it goes.  I won’t be running or walking for a bit.  Hopefully I can get to the point of 25 a week of hobby jogging.

Painted on the sky

 Still beat up.  I’ve temporarily step out of the octagon.  Perhaps I can squeeze in one more effort in the squared circle.  It looks grim.  4.3 today @ 14:11 pace and it was an effort.  The equipment is in tatters.  Even walking is a chore.  Mentally and aerobically things are groovy.  Too many blasts and chips to the outer hull.  Also difficult to streamline.  Feels like I am at 130% earth gravity.  I say this with a sound mind and quizzical preponderance.

 As my physical abilities continue to be compromised and sold off at deep discounted prices, I have learned something about me.  Many day to day activities have always been a competition between myself, others, nature, work, and vehicular.  Everything brother.  No wonder patience was not something I could not grasp.  Why would a normal fella take side streets and utilize u-turns just to beat people I don’t know to the grocery store?  Everyday.  Letting go has dropped my upper blood pressure numbers.  In my mind anyway.

 So…I’m still gonna make a run at Ice Age.  I’m always hopeful things will change.  But I have finally come out above the tree line.  Nothing really left to see.

 I’m afraid it is time to start heading down.  No grizz left anyway.

No bugles, no drums

 I am going to take a break from collecting miles.  A solid December of 226 miles has crippled me up.  After 48 hours it feels good to not move around in pain and having to move around lurched over.  The plan is to heal up and start from scratch.  The issue has always been around, but now I’m too old to get away with minimal adjustments.  Now everything has limitations and processes to scratch out a simple workout.

 Now things like rest, stretching, diet, strength and cross training are apparently relevant.  Complete garbage.  I tried to get by on black coffee and NA beers brother, but fell short.  But dammit I tried.  I really did.  Snuck up on me quieter than an ant peeing on a cotton ball.