Lacking, more scolding

On the way back from the race on the 4th of July Ali and I were talking/arguing more about the whole motorcycle idea.  She found it hard to believe that I was still considering it.  I told her at the very least I want to take the safety course so at a minimum I get my motorcycle license.  It’s something I have been meaning to do since I was 16, it’s about time I get around to it.  Ali carried on how it was irresponsible of me to put myself at risk on a bike.  I jokingly threw out it would be a dream scenario for her if I died on a bike, she wouldn’t have to put up with my shenanigans plus she could cash in the new fat insurance policy she took out on me.  She wasn’t amused.

I told her that I would be careful if I got a bike.  I added that I knew it was dangerous and that is why you have to use extreme caution when riding.  Basically when riding a bike you ASSUME the person in a car does not see you and you react accordingly.  Ali just didn’t understand my desire to get a motorcycle.  My life is enough of a generic box, I need something to help me get my blood pumping a bit.

Speaking of blood pumping, my 300 work outs have just been a drag lately. I find myself lacking the motivation to do them although I still have been doing so on a weekly basis.  I’m so spent towards the end of them.  I’m not quite sure if I can pinpoint why my motivation is lacking.  Perhaps it’s because Ali could care less what shape I am in (a polar opposite to me).  I used to tell her details about the work out but I could tell she had no real interest or appreciation for the amount of effort it required.  If she lost 20 pounds and was arguably in the best shape of her life I am sure I would be expected to be doing cartwheels in recognition of her achievement and heap regular praise upon her.  The reverse situation apparently does not apply. 

Over the weekend I did my first post-Rumble running.  I did a modest mile and half on the treadmill at home.  It didn’t feel too bad.  I could tell that cardio-wise, I wasn’t where I want to be though.  My biggest Rumble leftover problem is my damn left shoulder.  It’s still sore as hell.  Part of it is my fault.  I know I have aggravated it doing certain chest exercises at the gym.  I felt it burn a few times at the water park as well while doing paddling in the inner tubes.