And we're not just talking about a river in Egypt...
But seriously, I have not been exercising regularly in probably close to 6 months. It started a couple of weeks before hitting the road back to LA, when I started skipping workouts because I was running out of time packing up and moving out of our Inman Park digs.
I had some starts and spurts at the whole "getting back in shape" but it never was more than a week or so. I let it go and told myself it was OK, I wasn't in that bad of shape and chalked it off as one of the downsides of our nomadic lifestyle.
Last night at class at the Circus Arts Institute, I realized how far I had let myself go.
My flexibility was at an all-time low. My muscle endurance sucked. I was cramping left and right, not enough water these days and way too much caffeine.( I had kicked that habit back in LA and then let it creep back in on our road trip back to Atlanta and then opened the door full and wide on this last show I just finished.)
I was recently introduced to the story of the amazing person that was Johnny Eck. I'll go more into that perhaps in a future post, for now I'll let his own words give you an idea of what he was like, "To ask me if I'm sorry I have no legs is like asking an Eskimo if he's sorry he never tasted an artichoke"
On that note, I have decided to do a full Ironman sometime next year. That's right a triathlon to consist of a 2.4-mile (3.86 km) swim, a 112-mile (180.25 km) bicycle ride and a marathon 26.2-mile (42.2 km) run, raced in that order and without a break.
Yep going for the full 140.6.
Time to get back in shape.
Updates to follow, but y'all knew that.