This morning, I again realized that I do not like coding at 4 AM. Yes, I can use that space to go from 0-60, but that's a context where my body tells my brain, "Strap in and hang on because, partner, we're gonna go for a ride!" But, without the motion of my cowboy hat wearin' body, well, my brain prefers to stay at rest. Yes, I can look deep into the universe of a candle's flame or shroud my eyes and listen to binaural tones and reach out with my Jedi training, but coding...nope. It's not that I didn't try! The first week of this year was all about that.

I didn't do anything today, I know, you were thinking, "C'mon, Bill, with that song and everything?" Well, it's like this: it's about being at peace. While I recognize I cannot currently work out like I did earlier, I'm OK with it and let it go. And yes, I thought of replacing it by doubling down on my endurance until I realized that I don't need that either. The cardio program I have will develop me. While I like to gun my engines, less is more, especially guarding against future injuries.

In a few days, I'm going to cut back on my news consumption for all the reasons I've written before, namely, it's really never about my sphere and the perspectives are not healthy. So with no context and no clue, I cast it aside. Dark times are for those with no candle.

As referenced a week ago, today is my rest day—yes, it has lost its zest since I shut upper body work down for this elbow. Yet, I still want to do something for my MWF. I'm now sporting an elbow sleeve and a desire for healing to put me back in the game.

In the meantime, what to do?

Starting tomorrow for MWF, I'll replace Power training with Python learning.

For M-F 4 AMs, I'm returning to meditation & visualization.

Of course, the TRS running regimen remains the same.

And while the rest of the world stays negative, I'm on a positive streak!

Once again: Happy World Carnivore Month! In a context of a very predictable menu, I've called an audible: along with my day-to-day beef & bacon, for today only, I tried eating a hard-boiled egg WHOLE. Yep, shell and everything! And you know what? I was justified in my lifelong dislike for hard-boiled eggs! The shell was...entertaining: it was like a little bit over-the-top, FAR TOO CRUNCHY, candy coating. Overall, I was reminded how I've disliked eggs entirely until my first time with those succulent omelets in college. They were western omelets at places like Perkins and Blue Plate Cafe. HOWEVER, a hard-boiled egg is...disappointing. Brings me back to junior high chef salads. *violent bristle*

As I write this, I'm drinking a broth from chicken back, hoping to absorb all of its collagen goodness! It's an inviting cup and a different flavor as I've been so bacon & beef centric.

So, what's the deal, Bill? Well, I'm nursing an injured elbow, one that I really don't know if I picked up via that pop as I was tearing down the deck or did I knock myself out with my striking routine? I've always felt that my elbows were indestructible weapons of destruction, but as my wife reminded me, I think I'm 21 when I'm 42! Oh, entropy! Nevertheless, as the Bryan Adams song goes,

18 'til I die, 18 'til I die
It sure feels good to be alive
Someday I'll be 18 goin' on 55

I tried to back off my elbow usage by canceling my tricep resistance...then it was my Arnold presses...then I took out all of my lifting...then it was my MaxiCimber...and finally, I took out my striking routine. Frankly, I suppose the whole MWF program is gutted now. Or is it? I don't know what it'll shape into now...so far the ideas I've had involve my arms. Of course, TRS is fine as its just 5K training. I was thinking about reallocating my mornings for Python or meditation and I still might. I just really wanted to work on my definition as I continue to drop weight.

Admittedly, when I realized I had to pause my power training, it bummed me out. I hope to return to it later this year. That said, I can now better focus on running and again, never to be discounted, my desire to be a Python programmer this year. It's one of those goals that just seem to slip out of my fingers year after year, but this time, things are different; I am different, because as Bryan Adams sings:

Don't worry about the future
Forget about the past
We're gonna have a ball, yeah
Gonna have a blast, we'll make it last