Physical Graffiti

I'm going to start this one off talking about physical stuff, because I've got a lot of it going on.  The last several months I've been getting a lot of exercize. Between 3 workouts a week at the gym, yoga on Tuesday night, volleyball on Wednesdays and Sundays, golf every other Sunday and darts on Thursdays (well it's sort of exercize),  I've been testing my body.  Sometimes I overdo it and get way too sore and stiff.  Then I have to cut back a little and it slows me down.  I'm a little lot impulsive and competitive so when I started playing volleyball again with old friends I ended up throwing myself all over the court to try to get to every loose ball. Even tore up the knee of my good yoga pants :(

So, in general, I'm feeling pretty fit but almost always have some nagging injury bothering me.  I put in a lot of time on the stationary bike but have found that doesn't translate too well to the explosive movements of sprinting and jumping.  I've strained my hamstrings and quadriceps a couple times each, seem to have reawakend an old college sports hernia (I swear it's in the same place I did it when I was 22), bruised my ribs (not sure how I did that one) and have widespread general soreness.  But it's all worth it.  The feeling that comes over you after a good workout is wonderful!   Five months ago I was described as "gaunt" by my brother in law and I realized that he was right, I looked like a refugee from somewhere that isn't there any more.  And that's just what I was.  A refugee from the skeleton of a marraige that didn't exist any more and where the love had only flowed one way for a long time.  Love is like the tides of the ocean in a way.  It has to go both ways, in and out.  Now, after much effort, I'm a pretty fit 175 lbs with good cardio endurance and a lot stronger core system and I'm feeling pretty good about that.