A Comeback

Trying to get back into the habits of productivity. Versus slackitivity. A pinched nerve in my back sidelined me for a couple of weeks. I rapidly became a Man-Sized Sloth. Stayed up too late. Ate wrong. Moped around the house.

So, I finally made it back to the gym today. Chest and biceps. A mile on the treadmill. Felt good. Like meeting an old friend. A sweaty, smelly old friend. Who leaves you hurting the next day and regretting you hung out in the first place.

On a good note, I'm still at 199lbs, even after full two weeks of slack. Gives me hope I can shed another fourteen pounds by the time we hit San Destin beach in May.

On a bad note, Nurse Cindy thinks may I be rocking a stress fraction on my left foot. Something painful is happening with that bad boy. Doesn't hurt when I run. But afterwards... feels like somebody pulled a ice-coated titanium carving knife out of the freezer and wedged between the tiny bones of my foot. Fortunately it only does that every time I put my weight on it.

However, I don't have time to decipher the mystery of my ailing foot. Between work, projects, the gym, and the family, I'm constantly quoting Alice's White Rabbit: Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!

He's off to his rabbit hole. I'm off to bed. Perchance to dream.