Tuesday, March 05, 2013
I'm fighting a feeling of no direction. I think it's got a lot to do with my dad. Next week, he gets moved into hospice. It weighs on me. The result is inconsistency and lack of focus. Friday, I took a day of vacation. I knew Thursday I had to. I didn't tell anyone, so there was no demands on me. I just stayed in bed, stared at the ceiling, and slept. Saturday, I got up and going. Got my daughter to work, ran some errands, spent 3 hours with Dad, and got in a really nice, long, demanding workout. I thought things were coming around. Sunday, I got some more errands done, but at the gym I was just going through the motions. I didn't want to be there and it showed in the workout. I'm glad I got there and got one in, but it really didn't do much. Last night was another long, butt kicking workout. 2 hours of leg torture. I loved it. This weekend was like my life of late...up,down, up, down. Today, I took a rest day. Tomorrow it's time for the back and abs to get punished a bit. I hope I can build on the momentum.