It's Sunday afternoon and I am good for nothing right now. Other than getting on the treadmill for an hour with the weight vest on this morning, I have accomplished nothing. I am spent.

I hit some high percentage squats, deadlifts, and bench presses this past week. I needed them to put some training numbers together for programming purposes. About an hour ago I was sitting with ice packs on my shoulders as they feel torn up and I just started wondering "Why the f$%k do I do this to myself?"

Seriously people, there really has to be something wrong with us. Believe me, I have other hobbies now, I know. Most hobbies are not as punishing. I never feel this beat up from paddleboarding, skiing, or hiking. I certainly don't feel like this just chilling out with a coffee and a good book.

Think about it, when was the last time you saw someone take a big hit of ammonia prior to rolling a bowling ball down an alley, or before teeing up a golf ball. It's totally screwy when put into that perspective.

I know other people look at us like we are crazy, but after three decades of punishment, I might be starting to agree with them. So I don't know if we need to be commended or committed. Regardless, I'll keep on doing it and I bet most of you will too. But first, a nap.