I Love This &%^$ !!

I love this…

All of this… 

I can say I even love the food (thanks to my amazing wife and her super abilities of making previously un-edible vegetables and clean foods taste like they were slathered in sweet succulent butter!)

I wasn’t aware of my own level of addiction until the recently. Two events (at least in my head) brought this to fruition.

I finally got home from work last night, wasn’t too late, around 6pm.  My wife had grilled fish filets (tilapia I think even though she doesn’t eat fish), the kids were about to eat.  Instead of just plopping on the couch and molding into those pillowy cushions, we decided to go on a run.  This may not seem like much, but here we are both exhausted, torn down and beaten, and what do we do, we take the kids, my daughter on her bike, her friend on the scooter and my 1 yr old in his stroller.  We run to the local park at which point we do a barrage of dips and pull ups on the equipment, then run back feeling better than ever for having done it!  It is like CRACK for the soul!

The second event and really the point when I realized that I might need help (kidding), was this morning.  The baby wakes up at 4:20am so I just turn off the alarm set for 4:30am.  Get the baby fed and get out the door for the office by 4:35am.  I should be tired, should be dreary eyed and dreaming of that first cup of coffee only a short hour and a half drive away.  However, these things do not enter my mind.  I am mentally preparing myself for my new morning ritual (been a few weeks of it now) of morning tabata cardio.  I just crave that utter lung burning, gasping feeling of death at the end of the 4 mins.  

Today it was brupees! 

It was at this point of realization that I was getting excited for hurting myself that makes me think I may need professional help.

Or I can just keep going and releasing the endorphins!

I LOVE THIS &$^#!!