Semi Lazy Sunday

Well, it would have been a lazy Sunday, but I dragged my ass to the gym and found it mainly deserted. Good. There is less noise and improved pickin's of the equipment.

Once I get past the first twenty minutes of cardio that makes my temples hurt and legs sting, the final fifty minutes sort of breeze by without much discomfort. I can get a small runner's high from it. I'm sure it's nothing compared to the opium-like high some marathoners claim to achieve. The odd thing is, once I get past that initial “Arrrggghhh,” I feel I can go all day sustaining my target heart rate. Albeit I sweat like a pig.

Is it boring? Sure it can be if you let it. But I let my mind wander to this thought or that. To tell the truth, once you get into a stride, thinking about “stuff” comes pretty easily. You can finalize issues you meant to work out before in your mind.

Or I look at the girl in front of me and wonder...”just how single is she?”

This morning's run I came to a few conclusions about my next “job.” There is an old adage, “Work Smarter, Not Harder.” That seems to be the prescription if I can pull that off without life interfering as it so surprisingly does at times. We'll see.

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