day 45: Point Blimfark

Wednesday; hump-day.
Day 45.
Half-way through.
Half-way to go.
At this point it is easier to go forwards and finish than it is to go back to the beginning...which makes no sense, because at any point I could actually just give up and stop. Just quit, drop it, forget this whole silliness.
This KFB has been nothing like PCP. PCP was the first; it was like watching The Matrix for the first time, and then when you finally learn what the matrix IS, and what reality is, it's this mind-blowing epiphany-type experience. Which really is kind of silly, because when you think about it both The Matrix and the basic PCP concepts are the same: obvious and simple.
So for KFB there is no re-capturing the moment of de-flowering. I already know what happens when I take the red pill and follow Alice down the rabbit hole.
The key now is, how much do I GET it.
I cannot wallow in my own ignorance; I know EXACTLY what happens when I eat a Starbucks frappasugarbombaccino. I know just how it feels to skimp on workouts, to not get enough sleep, to overdo the carbs, under-eat the veggies, cheat on salt and oil and salt and oil. I know the consequences of my actions. And yet I take certain actions anyway. Despite knowing what will happen. Or maybe because of it?
I take full responsibility for my actions, and the consequences. I know how much "better" it would be if I were more religious about every gram and every rep. But this is my path, and I walk it as I must. Side disgressions, backtracking, the occasional squat-and-rest, and all.

Progress has sure been made. To date: I have all kinds of wicked-fine definition in my arms and legs and under my rib cage on my sides; little sinewy strands across my shoulders, cabling my forearms and calves that I have never seen before.
My balance has progressed orders of magnitude. It is still crap, but I can safely do 90% of the balance poses without toppling over into a heap.
My legs and especially my core are way stronger, too. Kung-fu sits and amusingly easy, though I still can't keep my knees perfectly straight. But I can feel my core solidly holding my body steady, lifting my legs, pulling by body together.
I run like the wind...or well OK more like a cool spring breeze. But I can knock out 10k in under an hour and a half and finish with my heart-rate at 120, my breath hard but not labored, and my pulse drops to the 90s within 5 minutes, and is back to my normal of high 40s / low 50s within 30 minutes.
And I haven't broken anything yet, because I run slowly, carefully, mindfully, and enjoyably.
When punching, kicking, shadowing, or chasing my ball-on-a-string around the room, I feel relaxed and smooth. I doubt I am any "faster", but as the military and ex- guys I know like to say: slow is smooth and smooth is fast. I manage to keep my shoulders out of my ears most of the time, and the only tension is when I snap everything together at the last split-second.
Finally, my flexibility has definitely improved. I have always been pretty flexible, but now I can certainly feel my hips and legs are much easier to open and stretch.
And now for the final 45 days: it is only gonna get BETTER!