When I was doing triathlons I was always smiling. Physical exercise makes a man happy! Pushing yourself to the limit is fucking awesome. I would be at the starting line smoking a cigar. The looks I got were funny. I would drive by and yell, healthy people suck then park and join them.
To be honest, I hate exercising. Some martial arts classes with long workouts, I could kind of get into a zone, like I could just keep going and going, but it never made me smile. I liked the feeling though. I have NEVER been good at distance running. I had a route I would do of about 3-4 miles but that was a leisurely clip. Sprinting and jumping seemed natural though, was pretty good at both.
It took a good 4 miles before I even began to feel good about running. Bike riding was terrible and swimming was kinda scary in the starts. People climbing over one another, lots of panicked people at the starts. Mayhem.
One of the last classes I was in, we had a lot of LEO types, troopers, city/county cops, even a uniform secret service guy. He was a pretty funny guy, had some interesting stories but I never really got to know people well enough to know whether I’d like them or not.
