Tuesday, September 23, 2003

A tension headache has come to visit me. Life is getting too busy. I need to simplify things. There are too many concurrent processes running.

I've reached an interesting point in my athletic endeavors. An explanation is coming, but first, a bit of background. My daughters, bless their innocent souls, have already brought up the notion of being "fat". We've discussed what fat is, and how fat do you need to be to be "fat" (I could complicate things further by discussing what phat is, but that's a different topic altogether). What the girls and I came up with is that you are not fat if you have the energy and ability to do all the things that you want and need to do, physically. This should shoo away the demons of anorexia and bulimia for a little while.

I am now fit enough to do all the things that I want to do. Should I now drop into maintenance mode, or continue on in pursuit of a fitter me?

Last night, I lay in bed and felt an ache in my legs from a challenging set of weight repetitions I did, right before a moderately hard hour of swim practice. I am the fittest I've been in a long time, perhaps rivaling my early-twenties. I'm enjoying the energy I have right now, but I am worried that if I push much harder I'll risk injuries or burnout. I'm also enjoying a deeper friendship with my training mates - I know I'd miss spending less time with my newfound companions.

I'm going for a run today, but I will be listening to what my body tells me as far as, "keep going" or "rest now." I promise to heed any urgent requests.

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