*turn back your biological clock


Rational people become the least bit tired of my cheery optimism and wish I’d turn it down. Or off. This one’s for them.

The night before last I had a terrific bibulous evening. For which I paid the normal price yesterday morning. I slept about four hours and woke up early, feeling stupid. The last thing I wanted – the very last thing – was to get out of bed and go to the wretched, wretched gym. But of course I did becuase I am in the business these days and, of course, i am a bit of a nut case.

It was nasty. A spin class with a small crowd. The leader was a lifeless loser who could barely keep herself going, let alone motivate the rest of us. So I dogged it. There are days, my friends…there are days when you get 100% credit just for putting on your little costume and going to the gym…never mind working hard. I lolled along in the 60-65% range most of the time…some spurts to 70-75% of my max. I was grumpy and did not enjoy it a hell of a lot. But here, of course, is the thing: by the end of spin class – despite my firm resolve to be crabby – I was starting to feel pretty good. So much better in fact that I went down to the nasty weight room and did some leg weights. Because I’m going skiing in a couple of weeks and will need ’em. I headed home (at 7:45 in the gray morning) feeling about 200% better. Not like a human being, you know, but 200% better. There you go.

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