I love Jobim
For whatever reason, when I put my Pandora on and Bossa Nova comes up, I am happy. Always. To be fair, it is a rare time when I am not happy. Let’s be honest, I wake up every day and spend the bulk of my day doing things I want to do and I can workout any time I like, write anything I like and, really, be all that I want to be. Some days, that isn’t much.
I have been thinking about training outside lately because it is become more and more evident that this long winter is coming to an end. Bill Murray’s character in “Groundhog Day,” Phil, may have felt this way: “When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn’t imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter,” but I feel like tossing on a t-shirt and carrying some Farmer Bars and throwing some stuff and acting like myself. Winter is time for VO2 Max workouts with a Kettlebell and sets of five. Spring is time to throw things, sprint a bit and drive the neighbors back inside shaking their heads.
Today was one of those nice February days when the sun shines and one forecaster calls it “Partly Cloudy” and another “Partly Sunny.” Whether this glass is half empty or half full, I’m just happy to have had my class take the kettlebells outside and practice juggling and toss in a few Litvinovs. Life is too short to not toss and catch a kettlebell.
I can’t imagine a better fate than a long winter followed by the wonderful explosion of spring. As the days lengthen (“Lent” is the another way of saying it), I feel the stirrings of competition, discus camp and rebirth in the wind.