I'm Writing This From Work...

After a week of keeping faithful to my workouts, here's what's going on inside my body:

Body: WORKOUT! NOW! 

Me: Body, I'm at work. I can't exercise now. I have no weights. 

Body: WORKOUT! NOW! WORK THE ARMS! 

Me: I just worked out the arms yesterday. Look, after work it's leg day. 

Body: YEAH LEG DAY! LET'S DO THAT! NOW! 

Me: Later! I'm working! 

Body: WORKOUT! WORKOUT! WORKOUT! WORKOUT! WORKOUT! WORKOUT! WORKOUT! WORKOUT! WORKOUT! WORKOUT! WORKOUT! WORKOUT! 

Just imagine Skylar screaming "WORKOUT!" instead of "SHUTUP!" and you'll get the idea.

So I'm back to feeling like a ball of untapped energy again. Which is good, as it means my body is back to burning fat for energy. It also means I'm motivated to work out again and don't have to force myself to do it (unlike the rest of this week).

And I'm quite happy to announce that my body is starting to show some muscle again. I'll be back to where I was pre-injury soon enough.

In the meantime, if any of my friends near Ferndale wants to help me out, perhaps you could show up at my work site with some dumbbells? A bicycle perhaps? I'm bouncing off the walls.

Ladies and Gentlemen: It Feels So Good to be (Sorta) Baaaack...

Good news, everyone!

I'm healed! For good this time!

And I was probably healed last week when I decided to do crunches on a decline board. My abs are healed up, but they haven't been worked in four months. They aren't as strong as they used to be.

Matter of fact, nothing in my body is as strong as it used to be. I'm back at square one, just after the surgery when I started hitting the gym and had lost so much muscle mass that I was lifting the same amount when I first took up weight lifting nearly 15 years ago.

My running has not been good, either. In the past when I had to take time off from running, I'd start running on the road again because it's easier to run on the road than it is the treadmill. But it was fifteen degrees out, so that just wasn't happening. I'm pretty sure I'll be using the treadmill until at least late March. The treadmill was not my finest hour. I ran at a very slow 5.5 mph pace and only made it for 2.5 miles before I was done. It'll take some time before I get back to where I was, let alone exceed it. But I've got all winter to get there.

On the weights, I'm using the wimpy machines instead of the free weights until I can get back some muscle. I'll probably switch back to free weights next week.

I'm also taking it easy on my abs. No more working them out four times a week!

But goddamn, it feels good to be working out again!

This Is Bullshit

So after my half-marathon I decided to rest up to finally get my abs healed up.

It took three weeks of me sitting on my ass before I stopped feeling pain. I made sure to avoid working out for four days after they stopped hurting just to be sure.

Yesterday I did ten crunches to see how my abs would feel. At first I felt fine, but a few hours later the pain was back.

I can't explain how much this pisses me off. I'm gaining weight because I'm not working out, and exercise has become my anti-depressant, so sitting on my ass isn't doing my mood any good, either.

Right now it's Friday afternoon, so I can't get into a doctor. I'll talk to someone on Monday if I'm not feeling better. But this isn't just normal muscle strain, and I'm not so old that it should take four months for my abs to heal up. This is just bullshit.

Fuck my life.