Sigh, I digress. I haven’t written lately since I do not have much to write about. The off season is rather mundane. I wake up, have a cup of coffee, start workout 1, work, have a cup of coffee, start workout 2, overeat at dinner, and finally commence with the twitch and drool Olympics.
Once again I have lost track of logging my workouts otherwise I would try to impress you with the miles I have or have not logged. It is funny how people brag about either their fitness or lack of fitness. No one brags about mediocrity. Why does mediocrity always get the shaft? Why isn’t “just enough” as noteworthy as too much or not enough? My guess is everyone discounts the power of progress. I am swimming about ½ as many miles as I am running, and cycling 5 times the two combined. I have done enough glute bridges to walk to France and back without touching a drop of water. Did I have a PR week mileage-wise? Have I had a breakthrough on a target workout? No and no, but I have been the champ of consistency. I am going to take my trophy and build great things with it, great things my friend, great things . . . .