Because I told myself I would, I had to swim and bike today. I woke up, reluctantly pulled on my swim suit and stalled until I couldn't stall anymore before going down to the water. I stood there with copious amounts of whining/whiny/wimpy/cry baby thoughts bouncing off the inside of my head until I made myself just get the heck in the water. I did my 30 minutes, dressed in my bike clothes, hung with the kids and then when they sailed off with the sitter, with all the effort I could muster, I got my bike, dreading the effort of possibly having to put air in the tires, and made my way to the road. I got on and took off. Enthusiasm=0.
I have no energy, no enthusiasm, no interest, yet there I was on my bike, pedaling forward. Biking felt harder than ever just to pedal and I was impatient to finish. At mile 2.8 (about 1/4 finished) I was cruising along, whining and whining and poor poor me pitying myself in my head, and had this thought: "What the hell is wrong with me?" Just then, at that exact moment, I looked up, saw one of the lakes resident eagles swooping right over me while a smaller bird landed on it's shoulder. "OMG!" I thought, "that has to be a message from the heavens. I am the mighty eagle and something is on my shoulder weighing me down."
So, like. Get. Off.
P.S. I completed my ride (12.3 miles) and am now enjoying the endorphin rush.
Okay, you with no enthusiasm still managed to accomplish more in a few hours than I usually do all day if left to my own devises. You swam and biked. I would find myself six hours later on the couch watching the food network.
Posted by: Laura | July 26, 2006 at 09:45 AM
I think the symbol of the little bird riding on the shoulder of the eagle is not "get off" but how friends support each other. Some days you are the eagle, some the sparrow.
Posted by: pov-z | July 26, 2006 at 12:02 PM