Having just started off season training. I have a few solid leg workouts under the belt. So I know exactly where my legs are.
So I’m out skating practising form and pushing some solid strides. Once I got to the burn, that I’m working them now feeling. I really love to push it hard when I feel the muscles responding to the stress. It’s the same with the Iron.
I don’t ever see myself being content with what I am. I have never lacked the desire to improve myself in some physical way. Challenging myself is one of the most rewarding feeling I’ve ever felt.
Now that 50 is 51 it’s the same game as yesteryear. I seek perfection knowing full well it can never be achieved. I can find flaw in anything. Yet I am as driven today as I was thirty years ago. My drive is as intense if not more so than it ever was.
I can’t explain why I’m like this and other are not. I am just thrilled to death that it’s not the other way around. This life just gets better and better.
The more I push the more amazed I become. Where will it end or better yet just how fuck’n awesome can one become. I for one will not be content, ever!