It's not really writers block. I just have nothing to write about. How does one write about nothing? I did have a fairly pleasant run in the snow a few days ago. Snow running is a nice change of pace when first getting out in it - but that changes as the winter progresses and running results in ice balls forming on your eye-lashes and frozen teeth in the wind. I don't even enjoy the process of layering my body in lycra and polypropylene to fend off the advancing cold. Too bad you can't 'bank' the time and effort you've put into running, but unfortunately the day you stop running your body starts to atrophy. One morning last week I got up in the dark and did sprints at the park in the pitch black. There was another runner there, and I think I completely scared them to death as I was running all out sprints, not like a normal jogger. I've been swimming here and there, likely twice a week. No cycling. I need to bust out the trainer and start riding indoors. The thought kills me.
I've been mildly weight lifting, gaining some strength I guess. My IT guy at work starting working out, taking all kinds of protein shakes and other questionable compounds, and really started to look physically bigger. My muscles don't do that. With great disappointment I write that I'll never be nicknamed "Meat-Pack".
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