97 Days and Counting...

-Breakfast: Whole Wheat Bagel wiht peanut butter, 2 cups of coffee.

-Lunch: Enormous bowl of fruity pebbles and 1% milk.

-Dinner: Bowl of sausage/chicken gumbo, goldfish crackers.

-Snacks: Sticky bun (thanks Mike/Chan!), 2 cans of mountain dew (necessary to get through the torture of building furniture for the nursery), 2 sticks of cheese, glass of cherry-grape juice.

-Training:

Bike on the trainer, 2 hours, RPE 5. Spinning on medium gear, small ring, and legs felt really good! Took in 24oz. orange gatorade (150 calories), and 200 calories of shot blox.

Immediate transition to run, 50 minutes on the treadmill, RPE 4 @6mph. Legs felt fresh after the bike, which is a good confidence builder.

So another gym story today, but of a different variety... I usually find myself doing my long swims on Saturday or Sunday mornings; it just ends up working better with the work schedule, and I have found that if I get there at 8am when they open, I can usually get the WHOLE pool to myself. That may not seem like a big deal, but anyone who swims can appreciate it. If you don't swim, see the speedo post from a few days ago, and you have some idea why!

Yesterday was kind of a perfect storm, as with the bad weather in Seattle I ended up being the only person IN THE GYM at 8am. I went into the locker room, and bumped into the janitor; I said, "Morning, how you doing?" If you know me, this should not come as a surprise; I talk to strangers. On the ski lift, in elevators, anywhere; I am not bashful about saying hello and making small talk. Sometimes it backfires, like the time I almost got beat up outside Fenway Park for saying hello to some guy, who apparently wanted to kill me for it. Heather was not amused. But, I digress...

So I said to the janitor, "Morning, how you doing?" His response was to smile wide, and say "Blessed! Have a good workout man!"

It was a pretty innocuous exchange, but it stuck in my head. I've been doing well staying focused on training, despite balancing it with being a husband and employee. But despite keeping my balance, I still get preoccupied with worriesl I worry about work, I worry about being a dad, I worry about having to re-paint the house, I worry about the electrical panel in the house.... But I can sometimes forget how good I have things. I do noot necessarily take it for granted, just let my worries get the best of me and focus more on them.

Moral of the story? If the guy whose job it is to clean up the gym (and we know how gross the gym can be) is having a blessed morning, maybe I ought not bellyache as much as I might be tempted to. The self-fulfilling prophecy cannot be ignored, and I need to keep my head on straight, and create my own luck. At work, at home, and in my training.