The rigors of reality

I woke up this morning at 6am...ready for a workout. Mind and muscles said “hey it’s morning lets go swim.” Funny how you do something for so long that no matter what something in you just keeps going. I have watched training partners attain their dreams, our dreams. I know the pain and sweat that took them to Australia, Greece and soon China, but it isn’t something I can do anymore...or so my body tells me. But every once in a while I wake up early in the morning just ready to go with muscles that are restless and jumpy at the same time and they won’t be settled just by stretching, they want to feel chill of cold water, they want to feel the burn of work. God, I wish that I could oblige them.

The other end of reality this morning was that there isn’t a pool to swim in this early, on a Sunday. My muscles can’t keep up with the pace my brain sets. And I still have a fever and congestion in my chest, so cold water is just me begging for hypothermia or pneumonia. So I sit here drinking water and gatorade hoping to break the fever. I do plan to start swimming in April, not to compete but to get the itch out of my muscles and see if I can’t get my weight down to a decent number.

I hope that my body is as ready in April, as it was this morning.