With a tip of the popular culture hat to either a stupid movie I never saw, or a post-Beatles John Lennon song I never particularly liked, my current state is either "Dude, Where's my Strength and Stamina" or "Starting Over." After stripping off a bunch of weight (probably unnecessarily, but sometimes life screws with you), and my situation being a roil of turmoil over the last few months, my physical fitness level has plummeted. I think things are finally bottoming out. I had a chance to get on a trail Monday, and to the yoga studio Tuesday. Wow. It, um, sucked? In one of the more egregious slaps in the face by nature, losing a fitness level occurs much, much quicker than attaining it. It seems all the work I did over the last 10 years evaporated in the last 5 months, and I am starting once again from scratch. As I unwillingly approach my half-century cake day, I am sure the re-acquisition of said fitness level (if even attainable) will be a more difficult slog this second time around.
Since next weekend is spring break for my kids, there are no events on the family slate for either this coming weekend or the next. Barring being roped into working either of the two races scheduled in my area, I might, might have a day to go exploring. I'll probably just do the oil and tire maintenance thing on the cars on Saturday and give myself Christian Magical Sunday to head out. Analysis paralysis! Where to go? I don't want to drive more than 90 minutes, though the draw to head to Austin, NV is strong (3 hours each way). Got an idea? Tell me.