Sometimes, this world of ours can piss us off. Other times, it can do wonderful things for us. On rare occasions, it do both at the same time. This morning was one of those occasions.
Last night, I fell asleep a bit earlier than I usually do. I actually passed out on the couch while watching something on Netflix. My bedroom is at the back of the house, but falling asleep in the living room (which happens a good bit–I like having the TV on, and there isn’t one in my bedroom) puts me at the front of the house, closer to the street. At around 9:30 this morning, I started stirring awake to the sound of my roommate leaving for work. For about a minute I considered rolling over, calling today another rest day, and heading back to Dreamland. At the end of that glorious minute of consideration, when I was getting ready to show my handstamp to gain entrance back to the land of Nod, the world’s loudest jackhammer started running right in front of the house next door.
For a minute, I was pissed, but after a brief rage moment, I was incredibly motivated. Just this week, I thought, I wrote about the importance of getting back to the gym after a rest day–am I really going to be mad that the world decided to make sure I kept my motivation today? I decided that, even if I didn’t like what the world was doing, I at least had to respect the effort it must have taken for Mother Nature to conspire with both a local construction crew and an international web-based movie service to make everything come together. And so it was, out of respect for both the world and you, Reader, that I woke up, had a tiny breakfast, and got my happy ass to the gym this morning.
It turned out to be a great workout day. There were only two other people at the gym when I walked in, and one of those was a staff member. I’m not the kind of guy who always wants a clear gym, but it’s nice when it happens. Today was a run/walk day, also known in my head as a “fuck no, I don’t want to do this” day. As I mentioned in my very first post, I don’t run often. I never have. In order to complete the 12-mile, 25-obstacle, ice-water covered, fire-spewing, electric-shock-inducing beast known as Tough Mudder, however, I will need to be able to run at least five to six miles straight without turning into liquid shit.
After a five-minute warm-up walk, I busted out twenty minutes of interval training using a 90/60 split (90 seconds walking, 60 seconds running) I found at the Cool Running website (they’re in my blogroll, so you know it’s good). As much as I want to say I hated the workout, I’d be lying if I did. I actually enjoyed it. I kept looking forward to each running segment. At one point, I’m pretty sure I went all Rocky III on the treadmill, taunting it by saying, “You ain’t so bad, you ain’t so bad!” (This is but one of the many reasons why I appreciate an empty gym.)
After the workout, I headed straight home for a post-workout green smoothie.
In closing, folks, don’t let the world piss on you. Also, don’t try to fool the world, because it is a vengeful mistress, and its jackhammer is louder than your whining.