be as fit as possible

having a regular schedule again helps. It’s amazing how much of my self-image and happyness is tied in with how much exercise I get.

It may not look like it but I’m addicted to exercise. When I skip a couple days – or worse: weeks, I feel awful, flabby, like putty. I’m irritable and I loath the way I feel. In these moments myself almost dispising I get back to the gym and it’s like a switch has been thrown. Suddenly I’m the savage again: strong, willfull, laughing.

I really need to get into a sport this year. I weight train, I swim, I go for the odd run but without some competition, an obstacle it’s all for nothing and only so much can be achieved.

Added something a tad different this morning: ashtanga yoga. The lady teaches it, has practiced for years but I’ve never found myself in a position to attend any of her classes on a regular basis. Now that I have my weekends back it’s a possibility – and, if anyone knows jack’s lady they’ll know you don’t skip her class to lay in on a Saturday.

P.S: a little note from the side bar from Nietzche – Whatever doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger.

I don’t really know anything about Nietzshe beyond he was popular with Hitler and his crew but I heard once he was actually kind of a pussy in real life. Bit of a mama’s boy.

I havn’t worked out properly since before I went to Greece. ‘Been awful busy, worked everyday except today and I am quiet exhausted.

I’ve got a new schedule though and a bit of stability back so starrting Monday I’ll get back into action again.

Not much time left. Complete change of focus.
1. Injury prevention. Ankle stability and so on.
2. Endurance-centric training. A few bursts of speed here and there but really need to be able to go on and on. And on.

I’m on a winning streak and nothing feels better!! Well, almost nothing. All the hard work is paying off. HA!

Only when you eff up a body part can you really see the effects of the adrenaline after a jump. Forget antiinflammatories, I should start using parachutes instead of elevators.

First time on court last night. Familiar smels, sounds, faces.
I’m overcompensating, that’s for sure but it was better than I expected. So far – don’t feel (and really hoping not to fell any deterioration). It migh have even help

I’m a biomechanical idiot. Hyperextended to the lim. Have to change my sleeping position (apparently, sleeping on one’s stomach with the back arched is a big no-no – muscles get shortened). Gonna work with someone on the properly alighning myself. Why couldn’t my parents enroll me into more girly activities when they had a chance, like BALLET?

- You look…just…phenomenal!
- Um, thanks.
- We should do something, how about tonight?
- Busy
- Friday night?
- Maybe January.

Soooo good it should be illegal to pay for it. I think I need to date a masseur, nothing beats a pro.

Damn, that’s not what I meant when I was talking about “going too far”. Ah well.