"Well, sir, you certainly didn't have afternoons like *this*, when you were doing the Architect Gig."
Gotta love that inner critic. There's always something.
My response: Indeed, but I didn't *ever* have weeks like last week where we found and solved problems in realtime with a team of engineers, either. It was lonely, and devoid of the kind of dopamine-enhanced highs I got.
Last week was hard. Every day except for Wednesday, I was here 'til late. On two nights, mine was the last car out of the parking log. Snowpocalypse 2015 put us behind, and a Linux/PAM story that won't die put us even farther behind.
I'm enjoying it, but not today. Today, I'm just tired.
Maria tends to take after me, in that she can look at food and gain weight, and she rather enjoys food. We both eat our emotions, and emotions we have aplenty.
Right after the new year, I noticed just how crotchety I felt, even at 36 years old. My back hurt constantly, I had little energy, I couldn't deal with stress, etc. Maria was enrolled in swim classes last year and we found out she had limited range-of-motion in her right arm, basically from atrophy.
Atrophy at 8 years old. Yikes.
The doctors recommended swimming as a low/no-impact full-body aerobic workout, and I readily agreed. Every morning from 6:30 to 7:30 or so we're at the local rec center swimming.
I've got to admit: The first week nearly killed me. Between getting up at 5am again and just the activity of swimming < 50m was exhausting. Right before snowpocalypse 2015, I was really questioning if we were making any progress at all. My weight was actually up, not down, and M was improved, but not much.
Then we got back in the pool this week after laying-off the previous week. Holy crap have things changed: M can do half-laps of the pool by herself in half the time she did when we started. We're actually diving to the bottom of a 4.5' pool for rings and stuff, where before she was barely competent to tread water.
And me? I did a full lap of the pool today, for the first time ever. I'm putting my head down in the water for a forward crawl and it's just...easy. As in, natural. Sure, it's exhausting and a great workout, but it's getting fun, much the same way running got fun for me 10 years ago.
I'm very encouraged. This started as a lark, now it's quickly becoming a habit.
I actually took snorkeling lessons in 3rd grade and was utterly "into" SCUBA-diving. I loved the water.
However, I got awfully used to having swim fins, a buoyancy compensator, and a mask on. Read: I got lazy. Free swimming just didn't interest me, so I never learned to swim properly: diving, the basic 4 strokes, etc.
So, serendipity arrived this new year when Maria's PT announced that she needed to work-out, every day and that she needed to swim.
For the past two mornings, I've risen before 6am to take my daughter to our local parks and rec facility to swim. It's been great, but my whole body aches in a way only an atrophied 36-year-old can. It's not one specific joint; it's much of my chest and legs.
But hey, it's something. Since changing my brain chemistry, I'm up 10 pounds. I'm up an unbelievable 45 pounds since summer 2012, and I feel every ounce of it.