This rant isn't about something from the outside in my enviroment pissing me off. Its about me and my own body pissing me off.
I don't get it... I can fish 30days straight in the islands 12 hours a day, clean the catch, wash the boat, make dinner, do engine stuff, rig fresh baits, go to bed and do it again... I can jump in the rolling tackle box and do four months like a walk in the park. I can sit here maintaining four boats with tournies in between and never breath heavily. But this yard trip is killing me...
A paint roller isn't heavy. A brush isn't heavy... How come it is then that I had to give up the ghost just one coat shy of being done cause my body would just plain go no further?
I work like a grunt day in and day out. More of a work out than I'd ever see in a gym or more than the coolest nautilus stuff could ever fine tune on me... I run next to no body fat and am suplimenting 2000 calories of protein trying to keep from losing any valuable weight. So how is it that just one week under the boat has me whipped?
I know you're not supposed to work out seven days but I really kind of always have... Suddenly I can't do it... Is this what age does?... I've been rode hard and put up wet. Had my ankles run through my shoulders from a life time of little boats in big water... That might explain aches and pains but this is different... Physically I'm flat wore out and not sure how to deal with it. Kind of like the first time I couldn't read the fine print on the back of a credit card I know its probably age sneaking in. It makes me want to kick and scream. Damnit! I'm still a kid and too young to be old...![]()


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