By the time this blog post is posted I will have gone for a Friday morning 28k bike ride.
After work tonight I am playing 18 holes of golf which means I'm walking 10k.
Saturday morning, I'm running 14k as part of my half marathon training plan.
Saturday afternoon, we are golfing another 18 holes of golf which means another 10k of walking.
Sunday I am heading to Toronto for a 1500m open water swim race in Lake Ontario.
If all goes well and there are no rogue thunder storms to ruin my plans, I will have clocked 63.5k of exercise between Friday morning and Sunday afternoon.
Some people look forward to weekends so they can relax.
I look forward to weekends so I can move.
Moving, as we all know, does a body good.
It's also rather addictive. The more you do it, the more your body wants it. As an added bonus, the more I do it, the more my blood sugars are happy.
By Sunday evening, I will be pleasantly worn out and more than happy to flop on the couch. But it will be that good kinda worn out where the body feels powerful and strong and proud of all the things it can do. And my blood sugar will be hovering in a range where I can enjoy a few pieces of chocolate and probably not even need to bolus for them.
How wonderful is that?