Today was another Line 1 day. We did suicides, step-ups, sit-ups, wall jumps, squats, and all kinds of other exercises a normal human wouldn’t normally do at the crack of *ss. I sweated a gallon and got winded. I pumped some iron in the weight room and ended the week on a proper (exhausted) note. I walked out of the workout soaked to the core.
I noticed in the mirror this morning that my body has changed. I have definition in my upper body, including my stomach. Fat is being burned. Muscle is replacing it. I kept thinking this morning that I wish I had had this kind of training when I played football. I would have been a beast.
At 45, I’m in the best shape of my life.
I have energy when I need it. I can push through my fatigue easier. I have less depression when bad things happen. And I don’t look (or feel my age.). I am healthier, meaning less doctor’s visits.
I feel like an idiot some mornings when I wake up at 3:45 a.m. I feel like a moron when I am lying in a pool of my own sweat at 5:15 a.m. And I feel like an idiot when I am gasping for my breath at 5:45 a.m.
But I feel like a million dollars for the rest of the day.