Out of the mist...

Over the past few days it has been very foggy in the mornings as the humidity level is near 100%. This morning was no exception.

I leave for work around 6:30 in the morning so at this time of year sunrise does not occur for another hour or so. My drive to work this morning was in the dark and through the dense fog. Even walking through the parking lot, as if the world had been muffled, muted, just the overwhelming quiet is left.

There is something about a dense fog that puts me in a different state of mind and I'm sure I'm not alone in this. I think it makes our minds reach back into the uncomfortable, primal state of a higher awareness. Our lives are so...safe, secure, that we rarely have to worry about our own immediate survival. The fact that you can barely see 30 feet in front of your self is freightening on a fundamental level. It's no wonder so many legends and myths center around the mist. Wander too far out into the mist and you may never return.

weightlifting motivation

I went to the gym last night and had a pretty good leg workout, for a change. I've been cautious about leg day because I always seem to have some knee pain, especially since I've started playing tennis.

I started out with squats and did:

8x135
8x155
5x185
5x195
4x225 (personal best)

I later moved on to Romanian deadlifts and went heavier than usual. I had some great sets, except that on one of my heavier sets I banged the bar against my shin again. I should have some permanent scars from doing that, one on each shin.

I was pretty tired for most of the day, but I got fired up after I got home from work and had a great workout. Tonight's chest night so hopefully I can carry through with some of that energy I had last night.

It's enough to make a guy stop believing in coincidences...

It's odd how patterns surface in our lives, if only we are aware. How often have you had a thought or idea in your head, only to have that same thought materialize before you time after time in the following days. 

I've been reading "American Gods" by Neil Gaiman and in the book there is mention of the Norse god Odin and the sacrifice he made by being hung from a tree for a period of nine days whilst being pierced by a spear. 

Just a night or two following, I watched "Harper's Island," some new serial drama on Tv. In the show, they mentioned a serial killer who had killed a handful of people and subsequently hanged their bodies from a nearby tree. 

Yesterday my wife and I were driving back from Sunday Easter brunch at my sister's house, and on the radio played Johnette Napolitano's "Suicide Note" from the "Underworld" soundtrack. In the song the lyrics go, "I wanted to believe......bodies swingin' from trees....strugglin' to stand....with your head in your hands...the stoic last stand of a dying man...."

I know it isn't much, but it's enough to make me pause for a moment in wonder...