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.
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