I Feel Good

I feel good.

I went for a brisk walk this morning and it felt good to be moving again. Huffing up a hill a few blocks from home isn’t the same as snorkeling down steep powder or passing the 22 mile marker on your way to completing a marathon, but still, it feels good. It feels good to breathe hard and feel the blood pump as you bear down and hold pace up a steep section.

I’m a slow twitch guy. The longer the event, the better I’ve fared. I feel like I need a dose of that endurance now. I’m a long way from that guy who reveled in twice a day workouts and the burn of a long run or a good ride. I see him. I remember him. I know he’s in there. He’s buried in year’s worth of complacency and Big Macs, but he’s in there.

And that’s my quest. I want that guy back. I want to make decisions about my life, where I go, what I do, based upon what I want and not what I’m capable of. I’m not satisfied to view my life in rear view. I don’t want to hear about, read about or watch life’s adventures; I want to be immersed in them.

As I sit here and write, my knees hurt, not enough for me to find the Ibuprofen, but enough to put a smile on my face.

I feel good.