This weekend I made a very bold move. I difficult move. A move that found me eating humble pie which frankly is not all that delicious. I broke up with sloth.
Saturday I went swimming for the first time since before Thanksgiving. My legs cramped everywhere – even my shins. I had to sit out a 50 of our 500 pull because I needed to catch my breath. Sunday I went on a bike ride and got dropped (except it was a no drop ride so I was rescued), bonked really hard and struggled mightily to ride 35 miles. I was the last one in. Humbled.
But you know what? I would not trade the opportunity to be able to get back in shape for anything because having the opportunity to eat a little humble pie and suffer a little makes me feel lucky to have a body that is capable. I am healthy and I can do this and that means everything.
I’m looking to break up with not writing, too. It’s a tall order given my job and its somewhat unreasonable demands but I will try to reclaim a couple pieces of my life and get back to what I love – working out with my friends and writing funny stories about it. This one was an admission of gratitude so no humor but stay tuned.