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BREAK

I am five weeks late on my 'regular' ten to twelve week gym break. It does sound a little indefinite doesn't it? Late five on ten or twelve? That's only an error of about 40-50%. More numbers. Well. I read once that taking a break every ten weeks was good for the bones and ligaments and also for the soul. If it was working a job, I would look for a little more than weekends off every three months.

So. This is the week. Of course, I am doing all I can to supplant missed gym work with bike riding and walks and John is taking a break in Long Beach for three days so I will get to do the morning walk with Franklin. That is actually the 'precipitating' factor. I was going to be off the muscle machines for three days anyhow; so why not do the break?

It is not that I am a gym rat or a compulsive weight geek in any way. Don't get me wrong. It is just that when I take a day off lifting I go all funny inside. Guilt and remorse creep in. I begin to think less of myself. You don't think these are withdrawal symptoms, do you? I have to admit they are. I guess I am one of those 'addicts in all their affairs' guys that I have heard about in Meetings. Nevertheless, I will take a week off. Don't worry. I will make it. Gotta go now, time to ride the bike!