Working is addictive.

I said that in a previous post but felt more strongly now to
repeat.

With all the injuries, I had to stay put and away from
vigorous exercises for the past month. I couldn't hold it
any more, and went jogging during lunch hours a couple of
times in the last two weeks and it felt great.

But working seems like a whirlpool sucking a person in. It
caters to security and vanity and gives a false
sense of accomplishment. The world encourages it although I
know it does nothing to improve my spiritual strength in the
face of adversity. Regardless, these days, I find myself
thinking of working almost non-stop. Garrison Keilor said
that one's lucky to find himself extremely busy at work for
a period of time. I sincerely hope so because I'm not
getting better physically. My weight went up to 147 lbs, I
still cannot work with free weights, and often I don't feel as
sharp as I used to.

Two months now from the post-SFM hill-run, I went for a jog
in the morning. The hamstring tendons on the left still hurt
a little at the knee and the right foot felt tight but
overall it was great to sweat.

4 miles @ 8:34min.