Fitness Shmitness

Decided to enter a triathlon after doing absolutely NO exercise for, oh, say a year.

But it's good for my body, and mind to get some oxygen and blood pumping around my body [low blood pressure, poor colonic function, tsk tsk] but seriously... people do this for fun??????

Setting off is ok, got the music going and nostalgic wind in my face... until it starts to burn.

Now, when I say it burns, I mean IT BURNS. In my legs, in my chest, down my throat...

and if I slow down to a brisk walk then it turns into a cramp.

So then I think, after a mere km, that maybe I should give the bicycle a go.

Forgetting, of course, that it's been about 4 years since I rode a bike properly... if not longer.

But on I hopped, and off I went... feet on the peddals, feet off the peddals, feet on, feet off.

Wobble, wobble, peddal peddal peddal, fiddle with the gears, nearly fall. Fiddle with the gears some more [I can't figure them out] up the road, down the road, up the drive way, bike down.

COLLAPSE on my bedroom floor..............................................

Feel like I'm going to vomit, but I don't want to admit that everyone was right about me not being able to do this, so I close the door and die quietly.

Not sure how long it's going to take for me to be able to run a km with out dying.

Not sure if I'm going to be able to get through the triathlon without dying, or if I'll be able to stick out the training long enough to get there.

But I shall persevere.

Hoping to survive the road,

Wishing I was dreaming in daisy fields...

R

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one of my all time favourite poems... kudos Lord Byron

The Tear by Lord Byron

When Friendship or Love
Our sympathies move;
When Truth, in a glance, should appear,
The lips may beguile,
With a dimple or smile,
But the test of affection's a Tear:

Too oft is a smile
But the hypocrite's wile,
To mask detestation, or fear;
Give me the soft sigh,
Whilst the soultelling eye
Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear:

Mild Charity's glow,
To us mortals below,
Shows the soul from barbarity clear;
Compassion will melt,
Where this virtue is felt,
And its dew is diffused in a Tear:

The man, doom'd to sail
With the blast of the gale,
Through billows Atlantic to steer,
As he bends o'er the wave
Which may soon be his grave,
The green sparkles bright with a Tear;

The Soldier braves death
For a fanciful wreath
In Glory's romantic career;
But he raises the foe
When in battle laid low,
And bathes every wound with a Tear.

If, with high-bounding pride,
He return to his bride!
Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear;
All his toils are repaid
When, embracing the maid,
From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.

Sweet scene of my youth!
Seat of Friendship and Truth,
Where Love chas'd each fast-fleeting year
Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd,
For a last look I turn'd,
But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear:

Though my vows I can pour,
To my Mary no more,
My Mary, to Love once so dear,
In the shade of her bow'r,
I remember the hour,
She rewarded those vows with a Tear.

By another possest,
May she live ever blest!
Her name still my heart must revere:
With a sigh I resign,
What I once thought was mine,
And forgive her deceit with a Tear.

Ye friends of my heart,
Ere from you I depart,
This hope to my breast is most near:
If again we shall meet,
In this rural retreat,
May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.

When my soul wings her flight
To the regions of night,
And my corse shall recline on its bier;
As ye pass by the tomb,
Where my ashes consume,
Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear.

Good Point...

A friend sent this to me... and I CAN'T stop thinking about it.
Thought I'd share.

"You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is the beginning of the end of any nation. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it."

Adrian Rogers, 1931

Hoping to provoke something...
Dreaming of Daisy Fields,

R
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