whether creatures of the day or the night there is just something about the sunshine that is awe-inspiring and fills the human spirit with warmth, hope and consistency. the sun is always there... as sure as the sunrise... predictable and pivotal. an inanimate object 93 million miles away impacts billions and billions of lives with a mere portion of it's potential. for all the energy the sun releases [imagine tracing a sphere around the sun at the distance which our planet rotates... and we are just a miniscule fraction of the surface area of that sphere] we experience a minute amount of what is released.
i think sometimes the human condition can be similar... in the lives that we lead and the days that go by, we experience variable moments of time with individuals, perhaps never encountering that person again, perhaps so. if not, then, for that moment, that person is given a snippet of insight into the person we are by the impression we leave... a minor fraction of the potential that we can release, whatever that may be. if the act, deed, attitude or encounter is of a positive nature and pleasing then we assume that individual is of a similar nature throughout based on that infinitesimal experience. if, however, that portion is opposite of the aforementioned, then an entirely different picture is drawn. from the stranger on the street, to the closest of friends it is important to leave the mark that is representative of the whole... a signature... a personality stamp that imprints and impacts others in an open light to let them know what it is you represent. sunshine that brightens the day, like a smile that brightens others around... predictable and consistent... representative of something that you can count on, ever present and ever around...
as sure as the sunrise.
well, there i go again... rambling about random thought that pop up during the course of my day. thought that i would share one of the most beautiful sunrises i have ever seen. although the picture doesn't do it justice, it is a picture of the sunrise on this past christmas morn. it was angelic and breathtaking... a beautiful sight to see.
anywho... days go by and my current rotation pumps away the days, ready for a full day tomorrow... as wed and fri are block o.r. days, tomorrow has the potential to go the distance. we'll see! hopefully standing around won't be too too terrible. the crossfitting that i have done recently has left my little derriere a smidgebit on the sore side. it feels as if i am wearing a plastic fitted butt-cup. and with each step i try to take, that plastic mold encompassing my tush won't give, and i fight to soften that lower body prison to give way to more limberly flexible movements. nevertheless, i will continue to relentlessly persist... because, to tell you the truth, i love that feeling. that feeling that says, yes, i have torn you to pieces you muscles of mine. i have gone and thrashed your little myosin fibers apart and you will succumb to the weighs of weight. yes, soreness is the mark of some good workouts. variability and intensity marked with the occasional insanity. it sure feels good, not necessarily as you are going through it... but the repercussions from it is what makes it all worth it. why it feels good to be torn to pieces? perhaps a little masochistic pleasure, perhaps just a little physical pounding to alleviate the mental pounding. perhaps it is just the addiction from the endorphin release that gives you that natural high that can last for a few days, sparking a craving to return to ground 0 once again to launch yourself back into a routine that begins the process once again... anywho... a lot of words to say by ass is sore, i like it, had some good workouts.
there...i'll stop messing around and leave some more for a later date...
love to all,
g
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