(Day 122 / - 78 lbs.) Life Gets in the Way

The hell I say!

I'm the first to admit it; I'm a creature of habit, of routine, of tradition. I'm spontaneous during the moments between these habits and routines. I schedule spontaneity. Wait, what? That's not quite right at all. The thing is, I follow a daily regimen of activity and unscheduled, spontaneous brick-a-brack. Somehow, almost frenetically, the hours get filled and I still manage to get stuff done.

Things happen that are beyond the scope of control and tend to distract me from time to time. Somebody wants this, what's-his-face needs that, joe-somebody needs picked up from who-knows-where. The phone rings, PC blue-screens, hair catches fire, dingo eats your baby, or what ever else is next on your list of things you could never imagine happening. It's LIFE, and life tends to interrupt that vision of what you expect your life to be.

Believe it or don't, I had one of those days yesterday. LIFE put my life on hold. Rather, I allowed STUFF to distract me from productivity and industry. Did I go to the gym? (no) Did I gain weight? (I dunno) Did I survive? (yes) Did the sun rise this morning? (yes) Am I back on schedule? YES! Do I recognize that I still could have gone to the gym yesterday despite of all that was happening? YES! Will I maintain focus and purpose throughout the day, every day, and accomplish all that I set out to do? OH HELL YES!!!

There it is, that's the attitude I should have because that's what is going to get me through. Did I completely forget about exercising yesterday? No. I did take fifteen minutes at my desk and did a few sets of dumbbell curls with some weights I have just for such occasions. I use them usually as an emergency stress-reliever and yesterday I was tempted to beat the hell out of somebody with them. Not literally- that would be wrong, but figuratively (which is perhaps less satisfying but definitely less life-changing).

I am back on schedule and it feels good. My wife and I ran the bleachers this morning. I'm still doing the routine of bleachers - walk - sprint 100 yards - walk - repeat. My wife says I'm running faster than I have been. I have to agree- this morning I ran so fast my shorts fell down (literally). This was due primarily to a combination of being way-too-big over slippery Under Armour (which I really like). Good thing it was still dark 'cause the moon was indeed full. Not pretty.

Despite embarrassment and the morning chill, I feel pretty darn good. I'm definitely gym'n it tomorrow.