I was sooooooo happy to rally this morning and saddle up. Nowhere near 100% and fighting every mile of the way just to stay upright, we endured what turned out to be a very challenging workout.
I didn't even leave the cabin yesterday, laying low, drinking green tea, tending to domestic chores and stoking the fire. Had a nice dinner of curried noodles and slid Godfather II in the portable TV. I never tire of watching great artists at work. I was under the down by nine (trying to REM a video transition) and hoping that I would be able to answer the morning call.
When it came RHR was below normal and I stood gently testing the equilibrium. Not even close to centered, balanced and level, yet much better than the day prior. I knew I needed to be careful and not create another relapse similar to last Thursday. It is going to be a long week, take Monday out slow, paisan.
And it was good. There was flow. A gentle but moderately aggressive tempo with an interesting narrative.
These numbers are descriptive not prescriptive.
You don't know what you got till it's gone, refrain.
1-2-3-4-5-6-7 all good children go to Heaven.
And so on. A steam sauna and shower, protein smoothie and another round of structure planning ended the morning set as the winter sun rose and yawned.
Everything from the neck down passed the test. From the collar up it is still dicey. A cotton-ball like fog keeps focus far from sharp. Some mysterious band of radicals and rebels have taken the central governor hostage. Negotiations are underway. They will be made an offer.
You know the rest.
Also, here is the post from four years ago to ensure that the history we now know, we will improve upon. As in learn from.
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