Football Epilogue

This has not been a good week from a healthy living perspective. I've been at a conference and that usually means a lot of walking. I was staying away from the conference center and so I was planning on that being even more the case. I was, however, far enough away to have to take Baltimore's light rail system, which conveniently dropped me off within 100 feet of the conference center. From there, all the talks were close, the restaurants were close. It just didn't add up to high step counts. Add in drinking a ton of coffee and more alcohol than usual and every meal being a "big" meal; I'm now sitting on the plane in dire need of a workout. Getting back into routine then becomes a matter of inertia. My body at rest is now wanting to stay at rest. Hopefully I can get my 10k in today and move upwards from there. One day at a time...

Doldrums, a bedreadded part of a sailing journey (near the equator) where the wind is non-existant/calm, or unpredictable. Colloquially, I've hit the workout doldrums. I've hit the dietary doldrums. I feel like at the beginning of the week I gather some traction. I run several miles. I lift. I do an ok job eating right. The end of the week seems to bring a severe case of apathy. To much junk food is procured and my good feelings that started earlier in the week have diminished. There's plenty of physical activity to be had with the ditch digging and rock breaking I do around the house. I sweat. I huff and puff. I get dirty. Without the structure though I don't entirely feel the same satisfaction as with a structured program.  All I can ask is what is holding me back at the moment? Where is my motivation? There are a lot of reasons to go kick some proverbial butt, but I'm struggling to feel it. Maybe it's time to change gyms? Maybe it's time to find a ...