In my on-going quest to improve my physical well being I have tried many many things. Long ago I learned to get up early. There’s no way to plan what will happen once everyone else wakes up. So I would wake up first. I was pretty safe in the knowledge that no one was going to get up that early to request or need anything of me. I think it happened once. But was only required because a child was projectile vomiting. Shudder.
I have gone through so many different routines and machines and gimmicks. Anything to keep me interested and in it for the long run. Some of them I don’t even remember the name of….
Some things stay because there is goodness in the doing of it. Whether I want to or not. I now feel I have to. Or I feel lost.
Some things put me in perilous situations. Or at the very least, perilous positions.
Sticks or Swords. Done them both.
It’s Downward Alright.
Yes, It Hurt.
There’s No Up in my Chin Up.
At Least It Didn’t Hit Back
Some Things Seemed Easier.
Until the next day.
The Looks Of Some Things Were Deceptive.
Much Better Than It Appears
I Used To Do It.
No matter what has come and gone in my constant quest of physical well being. For my health. For my strength. There is one thing I can always count on. And it alone will ensure an eternal need for me to keep a constant quest.
Some Things I Do Very Well.
Much Practice Makes Perfect.