Pro-Sports

The days of hitting the gym and recovering after a good night’s rest seem rather distant. A simple dance class and the old knee injuries were starting to flare up again. The muscle ache from a satisfying work out takes longer to dissipate.

And here I am still thinking like I was only twenty yesterday, but suddenly feeling like I’m pushing forty. Have I been too abusive to my body?

Trying hard to be optimistic, yet realistic, it’s hard not to let the childlike excitement consume me and fool me into thinking I can revert to my previous fitness levels overnight. I still have the patience of a child on Christmas Eve, waiting to open my presents on Christmas Day.

Delayed gratification - I used to have the patience to wait for it. Seems almost like a regression back into my childhood as I look towards instant gratification more and more these days. Tomorrow is never fast enough because yesterday was when it should have happened.

Working harder at it to achieve it earlier… Oh, I have no doubt I understand that concept, but within what confines and limitations, I think those boundaries are rather hazy. I can pick up an idea and run with it with a laser pointed focus and an all consuming intensity. Everything else becomes second to none. I have a tendency to forget how to enjoy the view because the destination takes precedence.

Then when I reach the end, which invariably happens, I’m suddenly at a lost as to what my next destination should be. Hence the repetitive cycles of a purpose driven lifestyle followed by the aimless wandering or a boat following the river downstream.

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The challenge is on again… Last year, four of us made a pack to join the race. My partner and I were supposed to buy bikes and join the training sessions. When two of us started talking wedding bells, the bikes went on hold (indefinitely), and the training went to the dumps.

The start of the year came in full swing with lots of changes, injuries, wedding plans and what not. Suddenly, the grand dreams of making a place in the race got lost in the cobwebs of the deepest, darkest recesses of the mind.

The original date for the race was planned for May, but it has since been shifted to August 20. Last weekend, an old climbing friend suggested that I sign up for the race.

A couple of ponders and brief chats… so here I am looking for a bike to race with and working out my gym schedule with the regimented planning of an athelete looking for gold. Well, ok, so I exaggerate a little, but I figured this is a brilliant way of killing two birds with one stone:

1. Get into shape so my heartrate doesn’t go through the roof when I climb the stairs to the second level.

2. Get into shape so I might actually look decent in my wedding dress.

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