Seriously?

I got home from my first masters swim around 7:30 this morning, pulled into the driveway, turned off the engine and slumped my head into the steering wheel for a nice, long sigh. How do people do this? I thought briefly, before catching myself on my way down a typical slide into self pity. I shook it off, told myself to get over it. I'm not that sore. Other people do this shit every day, and they have kids and a busier work schedule than mine. besides I thought. feeling this way all the time will be good practice for when you're old.

All jokes aside, "what the fuck am I doing?" you might ask. Or I might ask. One of us should ask. And the answer is, "I don't really know." Most of my friends think I'm nuts for working out this much, and they're right. Then again, my triathlete friends would probably scoff at how little I'm doing and how much of a toll it is currently taking on me. I guess that's your answer right there. I'm doing this, because it's possible, and I want to see if I can.

If it all gets to be too much, if I start to wither and fade and that becomes a lasting condition rather than a state of a few months, I promise to tone it down. We can't, after all, let this whole thing interfere too much with my drinking. In the mean time, I'm keeping with it. It's tiring where I am, but I want to see what's on the other side.