March 15, 2009

Brazil really had an impact on me. Or it was a catalyst that jumpstarted a new fascination. I sit typing, reinvented. Fitter. Happier. More Productive. Comfortable. Not drinking too much.

I've been waking up and exercising extensively. Hitting weights 5 times a week. And doing cardio (at least) another five. I have been at the gym every day (except weekends) since our return by 6:30AM. Crazy, huh? This past Friday I woke at 5:30AM. Without an alarm clock. Without a hangover. Happy.

There is this high attached to exercise that cannot be bottled or synthesized. I know this. There is nothing like running 6 miles. It is the perfect hour to tune out. Focus in. Sweat. Smile. Pant. Better than cocaine. Really.

My new friend Georgi has been whooping my ass in the gym. It has been nice to have another person to feel a responsibility towards. It makes getting up and heading to the gym easier. Friendships. On Georgi's off days I have my beloved Sandra. We walk the treadmill for an hour and then relax at breakfast afterwards. Every Tuesday and Thursday like clockwork. It is our special time. It makes me smile. Happier. More productive.

I've often escaped to the gym and for that reason it is a place I have "me" time. So I never really work out with Ben there. But he and I went to yoga yesterday and I think I may want to go back. Shhh. Don't tell. I've often ridiculed yoga enthusiasts. Too hokey. Too spiritual. But it kicked my ass. Hard. It was harder than running and biking and lifting. I almost fell asleep (passed out) as the class ended. Watching Ben do yoga was sexy. He looked strong and in control. I want to go back.

So this new obsession with fitness is good. And I am not drinking hardly at all. And my skin is glowing. And there is a lightness to my step. And I think I am going to run another marathon. And I am at my desired weight.

And more importantly, I feel great.