My primary means of transportation is temporarily disabled due to a dead battery (I think/hope). The gym is 3.7 miles away, which translates into an approximately 1.5 hour walk (by way of reference, there was a time in my life when this would have been a 20-minute run — in other words, I’m very aware of the kind of person that looks at the 3.7 mile/1.5 hour figures and laughs).

I’m scared of not keeping pace. I’ve already missed Wing Chun today, which bothered me tremendously, and even though I got out to tennis, today was supposed to be primarily a gym day. It’s extremely easy to give myself reasons to not do this very good thing for myself, to psych myself out. It’s little challenges like these that make fitness difficult. They come up all the time. Handling them is a constant learning process.

Okay, this post was probably not necessary. But it did do one very positive thing. It made me decide to just get going. It’s 10PM-ish now. I’ll be there by 11:00-11:30, lift for an hour or so (um, cardio is done), stretch for 20-30 minutes, and walk back home. If it’s too scary, I’ll catch a bus or something.

And if I really did do it, I’ll update this post with glee. And if I didn’t, let us never speak of this again. (Or I was kidnapped.)

UPDATE 11:25 PM PST: Heh, I made it. Believe me, I’m just as surprised as you are. I just have no idea how to get back. It’s like that scene it Gattica where Ethan Hawke finally tells his brother the secret to the swim-out-in-the-ocean-as-far-as-you-can-untill-you-almost-die competition: that he never thought about saving enough energy to swim back.

Or something like that … yeah.

Time to work out now.

UPDATE #2 2:09 AM PST: Home, exhausted. Last half of return walk was brutal on the feet. G’night.