Work it Out

I hadn't been feeling well for a few weeks.  I allowed myself to slack off here and there and then felt swollen-headed and listless.  A simple passing comment from a friend led me back to my gym, though, and it felt so great to accomplish a circuit that I actually got choked up.  My eyes started to water that I had lost my fealty to this place that makes everything better.  It's like a kid's Disneyland vacation just after oral surgery.  It's been two weeks now and I've trudged there, through the thick snow of excuses, the traffic of sore muscles, the unbearably hot fear that everyone that knows me there is going to say or at least think something derogatory about my appearance. I feel so incredible today, however, so dominant over that which I can lean out if I want to make the effort.  It's an effort proportional to the amount of days skipped.  Everyday is getting easier, my head feels more airy and content, and I have more energy and more ability to fling off the rest like a duck does water.  This is several weeks in.  Notice the game face is On:)