Turns out I’m really just sick.
I thought I was overtired from the stress and heat and lack of sleep, but it is all those things and more. I’m unwell. This is yet another sign that I need to take better care of myself. Going to the Spartan Race today was another sign as well. Rarely in AZ have I been in the presence of so many fit people in such a small space. I’m more used to the Walmart crowd. I loiter near the snack aisles and drift, debris like, along the pastry stations. I ought to spend more time near cross fit studios or at least the local gym. I ought to use the kids’ practices for something more than mastering my whistle skills. In short, I need to join the cult of Aroo!
The sound is a war cry from the start of a Spartan Race. The adults do it. The kids do it better. In fact I watched my 3 boys rip through a mile and half mile Spartan courses in muddy succession all the while showing true grit and desire to compete and be fit. Yeah, I had that as a kid and even in college for a while, but I fell in love with Lemon bread and the rest is history… or high cholesterol.
It takes a certain breed of human to remain fit for that long and a few can do such a thing in isolation. In many ways it requires a cult to continue being physically active after the age of ‘I don’t give a shit’. That age varies but tends to erupt soon after the age of ‘I have a career where I sit down a lot’. So maybe it is time for me to join a cult, or support system, or whatever. I know my job has one. They are quite nice and fit and helpful. I ought to do something. 85% body fat (give or take a few percent) is no good for anyone.