Ever seen Alien, when the little monster comes exploding out of Ripley's stomach?
Feels like thats going to happen, only out of my head.
Other than a crazy headache, I'm doing pretty well.
Tendonitis is all but gone. Gonna try and put a good ride and run in this weekend.
Not going to lie, during those few weeks where my training was dramatically reduced, I had legit questions about my commitment to the sport, and this one was the most prevalent:
"Is this worth the emotional peaks and valleys?"
I am SO HIGH when I am training well, but the lows are really, really terrible when things aren't going according to plan.
I continued to question myself for days and days, until I came to the realization that there can be no other way.
Its who I am.
I have a body and mind built for unending activity. I live for it. I don't just WANT to do this, I HAVE to, or else I am an evil, vile person.
I almost feel obligated. If I quit now, I am wasting what I was created for.
I will throw myself off a bridge before I live a mundane life of: wake up, go to work, come home, eat, go to bed, repeat. That works for some people.
I need more.
I need to feel alive, and that life comes from physical experiences that turn me inside out emotionally.
When I've cycled or swam or run ALL DAY(or more), I feel like I have used every second to its potential....and that makes me happy and satisfied with my life, and who I am as a person.
Bring me to life.
krp
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