Play is becoming a lost art, so to speak: http://www.marksdailyapple.com/the-lost-art-of-play-reclaiming-a-primal-tradition/#axzz2s7zNF5ht
So, yesterday, after some work, it was off to some play. Before my son's 0800 basketball game we ran around with my daughter and some other kids -- randomly dribbling, shooting, and going for steals on a side court (my game is ugly, needless to say). I had a blast in those 20 minutes. Granted, I was at my son's game, not mine, but the opportunity to "play" for awhile was right there and I took it.
I will continue to seek opportunities to engage in more play. For example, I am in the process of creating a few "courses" both on and off our property, using the land (e.g. tree pull-ups; cactus sprints) and conventional sources (e.g. a hoop; dumbbells). The courses will be ever-changing; I have enough routine in my life.
Following the hoops, it was 5 shots of wheatgrass (they gave me a bonus shot because I am the only yahoo that orders two double-shots). That stuff is potent: for about 5 minutes I wanted to jump out of my skin -- in a good way. After a little more work and some good Paleo fair, I added an apple and a banana to prep for a two hour MTB ride. In a few weeks I am hoping that prep will be unnecessary as I will be burning more fat, not carbs.
The two hour MTB ride (no calaries; 24 ounces of H2O) was low heart rate -- well below 134 -- except that in the second hour I did about 12 uphill sprints of anywhere from 5 to 15 seconds on canal underpasses. The one exception was a 66 second blast of what is called "Ivan Dragoo hill." I had a definite tailwind, but it hurt. Here's the overall ride: http://www.strava.com/activities/110494621
A bison burger cookout, with massive spinach salad, capped the day.
I hope we all play today -- Super Bowl Sunday.