This has always confused me. Like the boating season. It could be my propensity to seek alternatives to convention or it could be more pragmatic in that I do not care to do/go - where/when everybody else does. If I feel like taking a break I don't need Spring to tell me it's time. If I want to paddle a kayak in December, guess what?
About half way through our 60 minute workout (it is now habit), I honored The Beatles (again) by playing the original mono version of "I'm Looking Through You." from the incredible 1965 LP Rubber Soul.
I had never perfectly heard, and therefore never shower-sung, one particular lyric. I caught me off guard. It is not as profound as some Lennon/McCartney lyrics certainly are, and it quite frankly leans to the side of cliche, a trifling triteness when spoken, but a pot of gold when sung in three-parts.
'Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight.'
I commented that there are a lot of things that share that same nasty habit.
Further, I addressed the nasty habit of good health, peak fitness and disciplined momentum fleeting equally as fast. Like overnight.
The take is this: Don't let it happen. Don't let a single day wiggle away. Vigilantly move towards your goals. Do not be sidetracked simply because somebody says you need a break, or it is time to sail.
Make hard effort a routine. Rest and recover. Repeat.
Because fitness shares the same nasty habit as love.
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