Stupid Beer gut and shin splints..

So it's happened again.  I'm out of shape.  Only this time I am abit older, and nocturnal.  So yeah, that kinda blows the goat with tremendous vigor.  Let me explain.  As a youth I wasn't exactly a jock, but I was very active.  I played sports, took weight training in High School, and pretty much had the metabolism of a methed out humming bird.  I was never ripped, or muscular per-say.  I was however able to run a mile without panting.   The few times in college I felt a little out of shape, I'd start hitting the gym and playing the occasional pickup game of tennis.  Soon enough I was back to feeling ok.

This is were both my age and night owlness are hurting me right now.  My metabolism has slowed, and is harder to restart.  Not only that it wont dial back up to 11 anymore.  So no free calorie burning, which means actual physical work... with physics.  Getting home from work 12:30-1:00am is not helping with that bit.  So few gyms are actually 24 hours around me.. despite the names.  The ones are outside my budget.  And yes I know I don't need a gym to work out but it's a motivation thing.   Once I'm in the building I make the most of it, and push through the tired, and the pain to get that 1 more set, or one more lap.  Hard to do at home.

Another side effect of the lateness is the food.  I don't cook for myself as much as I used to, and I really should.   The amount of sodium and sugar in prepared foods, and fast foods is off the scales these days.  So those foods will trigger all sorts of hoarding mechanisms in my body, as well as make me more tired afterwards... which lessons the likelihood of me actually exercising.  Worse than that is the more junk food I eat the lazier I become, making it less likely I will cook for myself.  A vicious cycle.

The main reason I don't cook at 1am when I get home?  No food stuffs to cook with.  Grocery shopping is something to be done during normal business hours.  When my body falls into the sleep cycle it has I wake just in time to get ready for work, any errands have to wait for days off.  But I'm so tired that my days off are spent lounging, recuperating.

This is all overcomeable.  And I am starting to again.  It's just easy to remember this coming naturally and not step by step.  Well that's enough ranting time to put on some 80's rock, drink some eggs and beat the Russian.

/end rant

Mmmm love me some hardcore F1 racing...

Thank the gods F1 is back.  I don't care which gods you thank, any will do.  I just needs my speed back.  This year has already started crazy and I can't wait to see where it ends.  F1 mixes a good deal of my interests into one shiny loud place.  Politics, engineering, cleverness, talent, speed, adjustment, and the clarity of a winner.  Walking that fine line between creatively overcoming an obstacle and out right cheating.  Just damned fun to watch.  Oh, and there are races in the rain, night races, and crazy things that you just don't see anywhere else.

/end drool fest