The joy of getting there!

I can't help it, but I keep coming back to joy of fitness and working out as I find that it really speaks to me.

As I was running yesterday I deliberately unplugged from tracking my milage, pace or any music to push me as I wanted to feel my body cooperate with the spirit of my run.... Ala Caballo Blanco

I do not, in anyway, size, shape or form pretend to be immune from competition and pushing, especially with myself. In the back a my mind lingers the past... Benching 400 pounds, Squatting 600, running a marathon or that body building trophy that sits on desk and I struggle sometimes, at 48 years of age, that I cannot do any of those things like I did "Back in the Day."

But was it the fact that I did a 400 pound bench press, ran the marathon or got my body in what was then the best shape of my life at one time or was it the joy of training to do those things in the first place?

To each his own when it comes to joy. Now when I feel my body is cooperating with my spirit I have joy. Sure it is joyous when you accomplish a goal, have a personal best or put a new trophy up, but if you did not enjoy the process in the first place what do you really accomplish?

I can remember the grueling workouts that got me to the 400 pound bench press, the runs that drove me to 26 miles and the meticulous dieting to get ripped for competition and that is where I like to stay... In the joy of getting there!

Health and Happiness!

Bill