The story of my life!

I’m really tired today. I wasn’t until after lunch. Then proper fatigue kicked in. For a little while I was three year old over-tired. All I wanted and still want to do is sleep, but my body doesn’t want to because both my brain and body are trying to process what the hell is going on. That’s why I’m in the pub, writing about it. This is the best way to keep me out of the gym.

This week has been an improvement. There’s a little bit more drive in me, and my body isn’t complaining when I try to make a physical effort. But it is a balancing act. The 2000m row on the Concept 2 may have been too much, or maybe the dismal effort at a pull-up. Either way, it’s all too predicable. I know that, and that’s why I’m taking it easy. The other thing is that staying away until the weekend makes me forget about the massive ripping fart I let go when I was doing my stretching last night. That’s why I’m back in the pub.

The other back is my back. It’s only a few days ago when I found the stretch in my lower back that may allow me to run again. I miss running, but there’s too many tight muscles stopping me. Finding the right stretch is really difficult, because I’m quite flexible. Finding the right exercise is almost impossible. No one else would notice, but I do. My urge to run again is growing. I need to. This is my project now. Tiny jogs to the gym are fine. There is a good chance that my calf will shout at me, but at least my back could give me a few good pain free years if I push on with the plan.

I don’t want my bad back back. Some things will always hurt and that’s fine if it doesn’t stop me doing stuff. Image to other people may be more important than anything. To many people, I’m a fit young, slip of a thing, which is good. But if I put loads of effort in and my life doesn’t change for the better, I’ll be really pissed off. A 1:40:00 hr half marathon would be nice, but a good looking pair of gym arms might get me where I want to be.

I’m back!