Yes, the leaves are beautiful, but from a “I want to push outside” perspective, October has been pretty gross. Life has been rocky lately and this weather has not been any help in mustering that critical drive to move. I’m heavy, not in the pure muscle, beefcake sense, but I’ve got a lot of extra fat (potential energy, yes, that sounds better) weighing me down.
As a wheelie (alright, not exclusive to us wheelies), every extra pound is a burden to push around, get dressed, pull into the chair, the list goes on. It doesn’t have to be this difficult, but those love handles are not going to sort themselves out. It is time to do work, more work.
Staying peeled to the forecast, and trying to find opportunities to push outside while being slave to a full time job, I brought exercise clothes to the office with me today, and my racer is humming in the back of the truck, parked across the street from our office. Indeed, judging by the glow off of the ceiling that I can see over the top of my cube, it has got to be a beautiful day out there.
The plan is to log some miles along the waterfront on my way home. Really, home is not too far away from the pushing, but if I go home first to change and load up the racer, the necessary drive starts to diminish and I’d rather not be out there on the racer after dark. So this was a good idea. Now I just have a few more hours of drudgery, trying to get my work done while the racer is close by, begging me to pound the snot out of it.