Day 123

Fearlessly he rallied to another level. He had to trust that this time the trend would continue and not crash downward off the chart like a boulder in free fall. He had been here before. He remembered the frustration, frustration bordering on anger. It wasn't two steps up and one back, for fifteen months now it was one step forward and two in reverse.

And he was tired of that.

Sick and tired.

He longed for progress. Positive trending. Something to build upon. Momentum.

He was also weary of looking at his gut in the mirror. Fifteen months of only four hours a week of training, down over 200% from his "norm", had allowed gravity and the aging process to add a layer of stored fat where once was none. Secretly he wanted to be as skinny as Matt Reed. Fast AND thin. Strong and wiry. Like a steel spoke with a power-to-weight ratio above 5.

He was tired of that, too. He could almost hear the gurgle saying, "You do nothing, you get something. Here."

So today might have been the day. Day One. Some four hours after the morning spin session and he needed no nap. He was recovering well after protein and some leftover french toast from Junior's breakfast. He was eagerly anticipating the evening's 2x20 session.

THAT would be proof positive that he was back.

At least for today.

And that, he considered, was the important one.