Another extraordinarily happy day. It’s getting more and more challenging to write about it.
Miles are down, appetite and nerves are up. Happiness is above and beyond.
I kept things light at the gym with Coach while he did his stack-maxing back workout and abdominal gymnastics. We talked about times gone by and I drew pictures in my mind and remembered my own high-school experiences with gratefulness that they are behind me. The best days of my life are now.
Coach has been patient with me this week. My thoughts are never far from the marathon, interrupted only by invasive obsessions about food or sex. I’m pretty distracted and my workouts have been mediocre and unfocused. My head is either somewhere on the course around mile 22, mentally reviewing the contents of my lunch bag, or lost in yesterday’s list.
Fantasizing about a steamy, passionate love scene straight out of a Spartacus episode is both warming and frustrating. It’s one of my favorite mental escapes, but the missing physical component is hard to bear sometimes.
This is the longest period of time I’ve gone without sex since I started having it. And here I am, happy as I can be. Unbelievable.