It’s been a month since I rededicated myself to becoming a track and field athlete — a long jumper to be specific. You’d think I’d be excited to write this edition of the report, but I’m not. It almost didn’t happen, but it felt dishonest to not write an update just because I had a bad week. I’m sure this will be funny or inspirational in some random way in a couple months, but it sucks today.
For starters, I ate and tracked my intake poorly. I had a lot of carbs in the form of bread and fried food in the past seven days. Well, more than I’ve had in the last month at least. And on Friday night, I had a few drinks, which led to me smoking a cigarette, which led to the beginning of a head cold, a slightly sore throat and a reacquaintance with my sporadic asthma. It’s Monday and I’m still feeling the effects of Friday night in the form of fatigue and sinus dryness. I’m still reaching for my inhaler when I hear my lungs imitating bagpipes. I’m still disappointed that one night cost me two workouts on top of the other days I missed last week.
To add on to the anti-fun, I’ve had a nagging pain in my left knee over the last few days. When I woke up Saturday morning awkwardly positioned on the couch, it was on fire and I had to limp to my bed. The pain dissipated over the course of the day, but I was frustrated to even be having such an issue. Knee problems are foreign to me. I’ve strained and torn muscles, but I’ve never had an issue with my joints. It’s a little scary. Maybe it’s my body’s way of reminding me that I can’t partake in the foolishness that I used to if I want to make this dream into a reality. Maybe it’s my body’s way of pointing at the proverbial watch on its wrist.
Even with all the unpleasantness that was last week, I did manage to find a couple highlights: the two workouts I did accomplish, and my weight dropped to 220.7 pounds when I did my Wednesday weigh-in. I was down two pounds from the previous week. Pretty dope all things considered. I’ll lump in those two workouts in next week’s report to show the progress (or lack thereof).
This week is a new week. This week will be a better week — bagpipe lungs or not. I’m trying out a supplement for my joints and I’ve incorporated a multi-vitamin to give me a nutrient boost. Now all I need is some unicorn tear extract to add to my smoothies. I hear that cures everything.