My trip over seas was a reminder I am going to be 50 in January. A lot has been on my mind lately about feeling lousy and letting the old man in. Joined a F3 group about 2 or so years ago. Stuck with it a little while. Small group, great motivation but i couldn't keep up. My damaged knees got the best of me and my pride.
On my trip three days in my hamstrings and knees were screaming. We walked 6 to 7 miles a day and i carried a small day pack for just incase supplies for all the kids and water (modified camel back). Nothing real heavy. I took ibuprofen every morning because i knew it was coming. Two travel days of not sleeping and 10 in the middle with an average of 6 hours sleep after doing chaperone activities wooped my butt. Been nearly a week and I am still down.
Gonna try some app based body weight stuff and make time to pedal a little. Feeling old and semi defeated sucks. Im pretty grey in the beard and the hair is leaving my head but im not ready to roll over. I do blue collar work and ligher farm work but for some reason the trip has me upside-down. This has been really unexpected.
One great positive I did not expect on my journey is a profound difference in my understanding of the greater World, Roman Catholic Church, and my personal faith.
God is Good
