That is the part I have always appreciated, not the debauchery. My poor system simply no longer metabolizes liquid toxins with efficiency. It is way too painful and lasts longer than I have the time and patience for. There are things to be done and heaving head, neck, back and stomach pain helps about as much as hauling an additional ten pounds over the last five miles of a marathon. Meaning I will be in bed reading at the stroke of the new year.
Yesterday I uncorked a rare and delightful new brick. If you are looking for a workout change of pace, try this little gem: Run-Chop. Or, as I was chuckling to myself while stacking and covering the freshly split biomass, run run chop chop.
It's a 10K followed by two hours of chopping wood. I am sure the wackos at Cross-Fit would approve. It provided both a successful return to the running circuit after a bout of piriformis inflammation as well as a much needed augmentation to my rapidly dwindling supply of firewood.
And this morning I feel great. That morning after muscular awareness signifying effort. There was use. Four laps and half a cord. The recovery meal at suppertime was poignantly appropriate, a baked potato on a bed of steamed kale covered by three cheese and green chili sauce. By fireside, and with a glass of delicious Eagle Harbor Winery 2008 Cabernet Savignon. Ah, the good life, as Walden might say.
There is change happening all around my friends. We have the power of choice. We can direct that change to fit our current and greatest needs. We have been talking about this for a week now. You have had ample opportunity to create a schematic for your plans. A strategy for success. Structured and obtainable. Transparent and honest. Something of value. Is new in you?
New like your good health and optimal fitness. Like your dedication to improvement. Like doing more and consuming less. Moving more eating (or drinking) less. Getting there.
Here.
And finally, now.
Let us begin. See you in the House of Mirth at noon.
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