I’ve shifted my PT around for the last few weeks to accommodate illness, and this will be the second week that’s involved no cardio element for obvious reasons. However, having just woken up from a very much needed hour’s power nap, let me state for the record it may as well have been cardio, because it left me totally exhausted. I always treat these sessions as major victories, that if I’m worn out by the work being offered it’s worth the cash you hand over. For me at least it’s also a useful yardstick of my level of fitness at present and yup, there’s a lot to catch up on. However, this is no longer something that is viewed with trepidation, quite the opposite. In fact, I’ll be back walking on a treadmill tomorrow morning.
Sanity now matters a fair deal on me being able to dictate my own terms.
I know I won’t hit 12k today with the rest of the stuff planned, but fully intend to do a full 12k tomorrow and to stick that in with my weights on Friday. More than anything else the thinking time on the Treadmill really matters, especially with the book still in full flow. I’ve lost weight thanks to being sick, but there’s a ton of work to do to get the flabby bits to vanish still, and I’ll be working as hard as I can into the New Year to do just that. I’m also hoping I can wean myself off so much drug dependence once it is apparent my chest is on the way to recovery. In good news the ‘death rattle’ is on its way out, and tonight I might yet be able to go back to a single pillow to sleep with. God, what an exciting life I lead.
It has been a while since I’ve suffered with a chest infection, but this is the first time that I’ve worked through any kind of illness with this level of strength and it feels REALLY good. The mental benefits for this, by the way, have been immeasurable, and I may discuss those at length later.
I’m taking this whole situation therefore as the major victory it undoubtedly is.