A couple of magpies are
currently busy building their dream home on a tree outside my window.
Another, unidentified bird is singing its lungs out somewhere nearby,
as ecstatic about the coming of spring as I am. The ice is melting,
folks.
My bike has survived
spending the whole winter outdoors covered in snow. I took it to the
gym this morning, on roads and pavements clear of gravel, while the
early sun blinded me. Motivation to go to the gym doesn't come easy
for me, but this beautiful morning I was bursting with so much
energy, you could have convinced me to do a whole body workout. And I
did.
I had the whole gym to
myself. I put a hard rock CD on. I turned the volume up. I picked the
heaviest weights I could manage and lifted them until my arms shook
with exhaustion.
The heaviest weights I
could manage were also the lightest ones there were. 3 hours later,
my arms are still shaking with exhaustion.
No matter. My knee
feels better and I could even run 7 km yesterday without pain. Who
cares if I have the upper body strength of a 90-year old?