It’s been a trying week mentally, psychically and emotionally, so I’m really relishing what few quiet moments I get to myself on the porch.  I realize that there’s no real ‘motion’ to speak of (aside from the beer to my lips) but I’ve come to recognize these down times as the necessary means to fuel the demands for whatever the next workout happens to be, or simply whatever else might suddenly spring up that warrants my full and immediate attention.  215 more words