here’s something

I wondered today after arriving home if working out really hard -- I mean running way past your breaking point -- is almost as satisfying as good sex. I’m not arguing it as a complete substitute. But there are some definite similarities in the feelings it produces. Muscles aching. Mind numb. Skin on fire . . .

Or maybe I’m just wack.
OR maybe I’ve forgotten how it really goes.
Today was a bad day in the weakness department, and that has nothing to do with physical strength.
Maybe I need yoga classes that focus in on my will and conviction.

Off to look for that thing I wrote awhile back about running.