Coach and I had a good chest workout today, followed by a few circuit sets that kicked my ass. It amazes me how I can run so much and lift weights 5 days a week and still feel out of shape.
I talked to Coach about that, and he understands what I mean… fitness is a phenomenon that doesn’t rely on a number on the scale or consider how many plates you can pile on the bar. It’s a feeling, really. A mind, body, soul connection that creates a perfect internal alignment and everything just feels “right.” My head feels like it’s floating upon my shoulders and I am connected to every cell of my body. The ground feels solid and sure beneath my feet, and I feel rooted there like a tree that’s part of the earth. Nothing feels jiggly or out of control, but everything is tight and firm and full of endless energy.
And when I walk the earth returns my energy to me, and I am one with some unseen force that you just have to experience to believe. It’s like a beautiful dance with the Universe… a rhythmic choreography set to a heavenly tune.
I feel confident and sure. Happy and joyful and… absolutely content.
It’s kinda like Love, I guess. It’s like my body is the wiring conducting the Love from my heart to the rest of the world.
I like feeling fit.
The challenge is managing my sex drive when I get to the “feeling fit” part. I can already feel it twitching. Just in time for Holy Arm Day. I hate keeping my hands to myself.