An "old" machine!
Being a God fearing man, Sunday is a day of rest for me. Of course a day of rest means I can get a days work done around here. Well half a day at least, by the standard of days gone by.
While the tasks I undertook weren't herculean by any stretch of the imagination, they did involve, bending, squatting, lifting, climbing, and even a wee bit of crawling. And every wee bit of it hurt!
No matter how Ironmanish I manage to get myself, the realities of age will not go away. I alternate between resenting this reality, and being grateful that I have managed to offset some of it through my efforts. I can't even imagine what my life would be like if I were sedentary.
And regardless of whether I manage to keep my attitude in the positive, I am amazed by the deterioration over the last 7-8 years. Wrestling with an extension ladder is a special feat compared to when I was fifty. And although I still don't really have any fear in climbing up the thing, I have to do it slower and more carefully. I can tell that my dexterity is not near what it used to be, and this new state simply calls for more caution.
I probably have to admit as well that while Ironman training is all very much fun, and very impressive to the public, it is probably not the very best way to treat your body. I know I would be better served by doing half as much of this stuff, and quite a bit more strength and flexibility training. Perhaps that will be my my next life? I can do the half iron distance with my eyes closed, and it would allow me the time and energy to commit to those other good things. My upper body especially would benefit big time. We shall see.
And that's it for today. I'm excited to get out for my long run tomorrow. I really don't know what's gonna happen, but I have promised myself that either way I'm not coming down off my high! If the run is good then I will continue cycling hard through the recovery week, and if it's not so good, then I will back off all disciplines. We shall see about that as well.
And finally I should correct my opening statement. I'm actually not a God fearing man at all. That idea just doesn't make any sense to me.
"There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love."---1 John, 4:18
Love
Peter
Being a God fearing man, Sunday is a day of rest for me. Of course a day of rest means I can get a days work done around here. Well half a day at least, by the standard of days gone by.
While the tasks I undertook weren't herculean by any stretch of the imagination, they did involve, bending, squatting, lifting, climbing, and even a wee bit of crawling. And every wee bit of it hurt!
No matter how Ironmanish I manage to get myself, the realities of age will not go away. I alternate between resenting this reality, and being grateful that I have managed to offset some of it through my efforts. I can't even imagine what my life would be like if I were sedentary.
And regardless of whether I manage to keep my attitude in the positive, I am amazed by the deterioration over the last 7-8 years. Wrestling with an extension ladder is a special feat compared to when I was fifty. And although I still don't really have any fear in climbing up the thing, I have to do it slower and more carefully. I can tell that my dexterity is not near what it used to be, and this new state simply calls for more caution.
I probably have to admit as well that while Ironman training is all very much fun, and very impressive to the public, it is probably not the very best way to treat your body. I know I would be better served by doing half as much of this stuff, and quite a bit more strength and flexibility training. Perhaps that will be my my next life? I can do the half iron distance with my eyes closed, and it would allow me the time and energy to commit to those other good things. My upper body especially would benefit big time. We shall see.
And that's it for today. I'm excited to get out for my long run tomorrow. I really don't know what's gonna happen, but I have promised myself that either way I'm not coming down off my high! If the run is good then I will continue cycling hard through the recovery week, and if it's not so good, then I will back off all disciplines. We shall see about that as well.
And finally I should correct my opening statement. I'm actually not a God fearing man at all. That idea just doesn't make any sense to me.
"There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love."---1 John, 4:18
Love
Peter
I love you Pete, and you don't scare me at all!
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