I am looking forward to watching the new Beatles special on Disney Plus.
I am not their biggest fan but I own a significant amount of the their music and am old enough to have felt their influence.
Looked at the weather report for the coming days and the first thing I thought was I have to get back…to June.
Need that warmth more than I need the cold, so I guess I am doing what I can to get back to sweet June.
Anyhoo, the past two days have blown by at rapid pace and though I know they didn’t move faster than normal I have my questions.
It is the kind of experience where you know you got quite a bit done but still feel like you didn’t get nearly enough of the checklist completed.
The contradiction of the moment throws me because I see a significant number of items crossed off and yet this feeling of it not being enough lingers.
Hop into the car, turn on some driving music and set sail for new parts.
The Magical Mystery Tour
The lab rats poked, pricked and prodded me last week and will do so again next week to confirm there are no unsolved health puzzles.
That is the goal at least, to be on a magical mystery tour that has no relationship or relevance to the docs.
Thus far it all seems pretty damn standard and I was more than pleased to see the scale cooperate with me yesterday.
Good things happen when I choose to bear down and apply my focus and intensity in particular directions.
Still I am left with the question of what other equipment to buy for my home until I figure out when I am willing to return to a gym.
The return is probably closer than ever but I am impatient. I haven’t the space to secure some of what I want but the real truth is my desire to hire a trainer.
To make a deeper commitment and to work with someone who can help tailor more age appropriate exercises.
What I am doing is working but not at the pace I want and I suspect there are several more changes I can implement for better results.
Sometimes aging is the bitterest pill I have had to swallow. Don’t tell me this is better than the alternative because I know that and it provides no solace.
Still I am not convinced there aren’t real changes I can implement that will provide me with a suitable workaround for some challenges.
Been trying to convince the younger Mr. Wilner to get into lifting but he has limited interest in it.
Makes me crazy sometimes because I know from experience how fast he can transform his body and he doesn’t care.
I shouldn’t push too hard and should accept this is a difference between us. He likes running, used to do cross country and I have to fight to make myself do distance running.
Don’t mind it all for soccer, basketball or baseball. The start-stop and break into a dead sprint is fun. I still test myself periodically by seeing how fast I can go but distances are different.
So you’d think my feeling towards that would make it easier for me to understand his reticence.
Yet the other day I tried to motivate him, “I was benching 250 before we got locked down. I am a fifty something year old man putting up real weight. You could be doing that too. You could do it so easily, you’ll love the Adrenalin rush.”
Didn’t motivate him. I really do understand.
The root of my frustration is I can’t turn back the clock and do it with the ease I used to and he can so maybe it is an unfair way to live vicariously through him.
A post about the ten year anniversary of a father’s death got me thinking a little bit about how fast time goes.
Said more than a few goodbyes in my time and there are more to come, but who and when is yet to be determined.