After a fantastic weekend away from New York City, I feel refreshed and renewed. I got some sun, some swim, and some relaxation. What more could one ask for. I did not even notice the fact that I have not worked out for an entire week.
Am I beginning to reach the tail-end of my enthusiasm for working out? Is that what happens when you age? Does one become apathetic to exercise because they no longer need to attract a mate with a fabulous pair of legs? You bet it does.
This weekend made me realize a few things:
I am definitely part of a couple = my single days are done
I cannot stand conspicuous consumption and affectation
People do not necessarily get wiser with age
I love my cat so much that I miss her when I go away
I love being "We"
Funny how things turn out. Later.