Back in high school, fifty years ago this fall, I went out for cross country, then track. I got used to working out five days a week. Five workouts a week mean I’m serious about the program. I like the self-discipline it fosters. Yesterday I finished my five workouts (lap swim 2050 meters 82 lengths of a 25 meter pool) I started Friday. By then my body was feeling the fatigue and the work I had put my body through.
Workout #5 was not without drama, all internally generated. The mental fatigue wanted me to just skip it, wait till the next day or the next. I left the house, did some errands first, and got to the Y around four P M. Looking at the sky, I saw dark and ominous storm clouds in the northwest sky. Usually the storms come out of the west so I thought we might miss this batch of nasty. No such luck. The pool closed just as I was ready to go in. So I got dressed, went home, resolute to return. I had time to go online, and take a nap before I ventured to return . When I got back the lifeguard was outside and he told me the pool would reopen in about 25 minutes. OK.
I get in the pool and start. Every little tweak and funny feeling I magnify into a re-injury of my shoulder or my back. I find that groove that distance athletes can find, where I feel I can go on forever. I finish my distance. It was faster than yesterday. The feeling of accomplishment and being on “purpose” is great.
Home again. Mrs C or C? had already texted that she was tired and hungry. Fortunately I had brought some steaks down from the freezer to thaw that I would fix on the George Foreman grill. Paired with the fresh local tomatoes, we enjoyed a delightful supper, with minimal effort.
Today, on the rest day, I had a nap that was more a continuation of the night’s sleep. I’m enjoying the luxury of doing what I wish to do, write. Then I will read,starting a novella by James Baldwin Giovanni’s Room. It is a gay-themed story, from a major American writer of the Twentieth Century. I read some essays by him in high school, Notes of a Native Son. After I finish reading Baldwin, I’m moving on to Nelson Algren.
Retirement. It’s about creating your own world. Cool