You know what I consider the most telltale sign that I am an inveterate athlete? When I am not training regularly, I am constantly poised for when training starts again. Like, rather than not training being a return to my routine, it is a departure from it. Those days feel...off.
For better or worse, and with absolutely no judgement of those who consider this their category: I don't think I could ever find satisfaction as an exerciser. I tried that after I graduated from college in 2004, with a recreational soccer team and weight-lifting classes at the gym, and five years later was a professional triathlete. So.
"The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice." - MLK, Jr.
"The arc of exercise is long, but it bends toward serious athletic training." - KEB, Sr.
I feel like a bird perched on the edge of cliff overlooking a vast body of water that stretches to the horizon. I know that I am supposed to be out there soaring, that's where I am designed to be, but for the time being I am here, waiting to be out there and remembering what it feels like to be out there.
No surprise that the title of my training log is "becoming...never being."
I actually started this post before the events that transpired into this post. Yet, the feeling remains. I might just have to find a new body of water over which to launch.