In a Good Mood

I’ve been in a pretty good mood lately. Each day I am looking forward to doing my training and breaking a sweat. I am not doing anything too strenuous and perhaps that is good. It is keeping me from burning out and looking forward to more. I’ve been particularly enjoying going to the gym during my lunch hour and doing strength training exercises. I could feel the difference in my strength the other day when I did a swim session. I had worked on my lats the day before and I could feel the muscle fatigue every time I pulled through my stroke. It wasn’t so much a fatigue as it was more of recognition that I had worked the muscles recently. In fact, I felt stronger pulling through the water than I have in a very long time. If felt good. I swam for 3000 yards and wanted to go more. I resisted the urge though and pulled myself out of the water. I want to keep the feeling of wanting to do more. Besides my training, I’ve also been balancing out my life with a fair amount of partying. I’ve gone out with friends or to parties several times in the past week or so. I am drinking as much as I feel like and enjoying myself. It is a pleasure just to live a relaxed life and not be so disciplined with my training, but not ignoring it either. For now I feel as though I’ve reached a balance between work, training, family and play. This morning I opened to a page from my training play book that I haven’t looked at in a long time. I was awake by 4am in the morning and after a quick snack, decided to go out for a run instead of back to bed. It was cold and dark and Prospect Park was completely deserted. I made it around the entire loop without seeing another living soul on it. Just the way I like it. I love being in the park at that hour of the day. I love how desolate it feels, how lonely. I feel like I am a Martian walking on an alien planet. The only thing that marred the run for me was the fact that my bowels decided to no longer be constipated when I was the furthest point from home. I spent two miles of my run praying that I could make it back home without shitting myself. I contemplated ringing the bell to the house of a friend that lived nearby, but I didn’t think he would appreciate being woken at 4:30 in the morning because I wanted to take a shit in his bathroom. I made it back home without completely soiling myself. After doing my business and cleaning up, I went back to bed and woke back up at 8am. I felt completely rested and refreshed and if not for the file stored on my Heart Rate monitor I would have had no proof that I actually went outside at 4am. It was really like the run never happened. I was literally the bear that shat in the woods that no one saw. I was feeling so good today, that I even ducked out of a meeting at work for a while so I could escape to the gym and do a strength training workout. I finally feel like I am getting back in shape.