Last night's show was great!

Words slipped like perfumed oil between my lips and music triggered connections that led to informed exposition that went far beyond my usual research. Finding the 'zone' in anything is so totally satisfying an experience that all else falls away. I strove to find it in running and jogging once. Everyone extolled the joys of the "runners' high" and as I lived by the Garrison Savannah - the race track & parade ground - at the time I was perfectly positioned to take early morning advantage of the sport. I ran every day for two weeks. My times improved, my stamina increased and I became more and more unhappy. I did not like running. My endorphins stayed stubbornly unreleased and I looked at the misery etching indelible lines into other faces and decided that was not what I wanted in my future.

I have sat hand coding HTML and fallen into the Zone. I have picked up a paint brush and become instantly lost in total focus. I have danced, living so completely in my muscles and their movement that I felt each joint, each subtle articulation rotate in its lubricated casings, each fibre snapping and stretching creating through infinitessimal destructions of self.

And then I discovered weight lifting. Endorphin floodgates opened drowning me in mindless repetition of pleasure. My body was remade in six weeks from languid elegance to bounce and subtle ripples in each movement; skin thinned and the faintest hint of vascularity announced itself in tones of blue and violet under gold integument and I was ravenously hungry eating massive, frequent, meals to fuel the system and maintain flesh, going to the gym six days a week, four hours a day; working a split program, each muscle group pushed for maximum excretion of inner joy juice . It ended, of course. Intense pleasure led to recklessness, seeking more, convinced of invulnerability.Going for the pump, the stunning surge of blood filling the muscles stressed to capacity. One more set. Bench pressing without my spotter, lifting almost my own body weight just three more reps...a torn rotator cuff is not fun, neither is a barbell falling unchecked across the chest. Brought me right out of the Zone.