better?
I went back to my community group for our first regular week in a couple months. We've been meeting as part of the all-Wallingford group meet at Gas Works for several weeks but that was done 2 weeks ago. Last time I was around I had just finished the move and just started to get involved with Kristin. I was still pretty uncertain about both things at the time, so Wes was asking me this week how things were and noted, "boy, everything's sounding better."
Yeah, better. I think that's it. Better in the sense of improvement, not a cure. I've had a couple moments in the past month where I actually felt like I was on my game, but the vast majority has been very day-to-day. I'm not planning time for hobbies, side projects are still shelved, I'm consuming stuff that comes my way but not planning ahead. I waste my off hours in search of calm, as I end most days flatlined.
And one month to the day from my move-in date, I'm going in to get all 3 wisdom teeth out, which has me far more shaken than it probably should. I already know that I completely loathe dental work of any kind. Years of braces have me feeling like I've paid my dues. It doesn't help that most people I talk to about it have only horror stories to tell, and the pamphlet they give you reads like a horror show of seeping fluids, vomiting blood, and dangerous drugs.
I'm sure that's just to prepare you for the worst should it occur, and anyway the oral surgeon I'm going to is very good, and I have no obvious heath risks to complicate matters. My generous mother will be taking care of me during recovery, and I have lots of time off for it. I don't know what else I could do to prepare well, but somehow that doesn't help.
I went back to the gym today after missing last week (for a hot date - I wouldn't say I missed it, Bob...), and I guess I didn't realize the degree to which my body had already acclimated to having the tar whipped out of it once a week, because I finally felt all kinds of relaxed after the last couple days of weird muscle aches and cramps. It does make me hopeful that I'll be able to do more than once a week sooner rather than later, though I'd rather see my endurance go up before that. Nothing will shame your sense of physical ability like losing a 200M run to the fat guy in the class... 9 times.
I hate running, FYI. Not just because I lose at it to thick guys, but because every time I've tried to condition up to it, it's gotten very painful very quickly. I'm probably doing it wrong, but I'm not interested enough to learn. At least in the Crossfit classes here you don't do much more than 2-500M at a time (over and over again...), which can leave me fighting to keep dinner down if I'm not careful, but doesn't leave me collapsed in cramps or limping from shin splints.
The hardest thing about adding the gym to my schedule - even harder than the obnoxious scheduling, where's the Saturday classes guys? - has been eating enough. I had this problem where when I was soloing Crossfit, and again when I was doing the tutorial sessions at the gym, that I would do it for a few weeks and then come down with a horrible cold. Like I was just getting beat up so bad that I couldn't fight off viruses at the same time. My theory now is that I wasn't eating enough to keep up, so I'm making the effort and it sure helps, but man is it some work. I don't know how Phelps does it. I suppose having a personal dietician on call would help. Maybe my problem is that I'm not a world-class swimmer.
Headache's setting in, must be time to eat more.
Yeah, better. I think that's it. Better in the sense of improvement, not a cure. I've had a couple moments in the past month where I actually felt like I was on my game, but the vast majority has been very day-to-day. I'm not planning time for hobbies, side projects are still shelved, I'm consuming stuff that comes my way but not planning ahead. I waste my off hours in search of calm, as I end most days flatlined.
And one month to the day from my move-in date, I'm going in to get all 3 wisdom teeth out, which has me far more shaken than it probably should. I already know that I completely loathe dental work of any kind. Years of braces have me feeling like I've paid my dues. It doesn't help that most people I talk to about it have only horror stories to tell, and the pamphlet they give you reads like a horror show of seeping fluids, vomiting blood, and dangerous drugs.
I'm sure that's just to prepare you for the worst should it occur, and anyway the oral surgeon I'm going to is very good, and I have no obvious heath risks to complicate matters. My generous mother will be taking care of me during recovery, and I have lots of time off for it. I don't know what else I could do to prepare well, but somehow that doesn't help.
I went back to the gym today after missing last week (for a hot date - I wouldn't say I missed it, Bob...), and I guess I didn't realize the degree to which my body had already acclimated to having the tar whipped out of it once a week, because I finally felt all kinds of relaxed after the last couple days of weird muscle aches and cramps. It does make me hopeful that I'll be able to do more than once a week sooner rather than later, though I'd rather see my endurance go up before that. Nothing will shame your sense of physical ability like losing a 200M run to the fat guy in the class... 9 times.
I hate running, FYI. Not just because I lose at it to thick guys, but because every time I've tried to condition up to it, it's gotten very painful very quickly. I'm probably doing it wrong, but I'm not interested enough to learn. At least in the Crossfit classes here you don't do much more than 2-500M at a time (over and over again...), which can leave me fighting to keep dinner down if I'm not careful, but doesn't leave me collapsed in cramps or limping from shin splints.
The hardest thing about adding the gym to my schedule - even harder than the obnoxious scheduling, where's the Saturday classes guys? - has been eating enough. I had this problem where when I was soloing Crossfit, and again when I was doing the tutorial sessions at the gym, that I would do it for a few weeks and then come down with a horrible cold. Like I was just getting beat up so bad that I couldn't fight off viruses at the same time. My theory now is that I wasn't eating enough to keep up, so I'm making the effort and it sure helps, but man is it some work. I don't know how Phelps does it. I suppose having a personal dietician on call would help. Maybe my problem is that I'm not a world-class swimmer.
Headache's setting in, must be time to eat more.