A lot can be said of one’s ability to get things done when they are motivated to do so. Right now for me, motivation to do a lot of things just does not exist. Like laundry. And slamming beers. And writing on this site. See, I’ve been getting my ass kicked from Monday through Thursday each week from 7:00 am to 8:30 am. It doesn’t sound like a long time, but in that time, I happen to be swimming in excess of a mile, and running in excess of 4-5 miles. Or I’ll be swimming that mile, then hopping on a spin bike for 45 minutes with a psychopath hellbent on sweating me to complete dehydration before the first song on his CD finishes.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not in some Sheriff’s work crew that they throw convicts on, or anything like that. In fact, all of this is being done by choice. It’s my training for the Summer triathlon season. And I’m having a great time. The guy coaching my class is pretty much the premier professional triathlete around thse parts, and he knows how to destroy people. And I’ve seen him race. He makes the competition not look so good. Like that time he came in from the biking leg in second place, about 45 seconds behind, and beat the guy in front of him by about two minutes. In just a five-mile run. that’s fast, especially when you are an elite racer, and this guy makes you look like, well, me.
The end result of the training, which, in addition to the regular daily asskickings, includes a two hour bike ride on Saturday, and a 75 minute run on Sunday, is one tired-as-hell mrjerz. The end result of that is far less laughing all around the world by the readers of this site, who are probably thinking I’m dead or something. Well, I’m going to do my best to stay motivated. Anybody know where I can find some No-DOZ? And someone tell Scott Young to start being a little nicer to me.