February 1, 2020


February 1, 2020

     Well, I slept in too late to get to the gym this morning. I was tired and I earned a sleep-in day.

     I’m not nearly as sore today. I could tell right after I woke up and was able to sit up, and then stand up, on the first try. With no crying. No, I haven’t actually cried tears, but I’ve made some very pitiful noises. The next test was lowering myself down onto the toilet seat. Zero whimpering. I think I’m on the mend.

     By the time I finished everything I needed to finish today, I made it to PF at 8pm. That made me a little nervous because I thought it might be jam packed being a weekend. That was not the case.

     I stuck to the treadmill as planned. I’m figuring out how to control my heart rate somewhat. I still don’t know exactly what it should be or what number I shouldn’t exceed. I have a doctor appointment in a few days and I have a list of exercise questions for her. So, on the treadmill, if I walk fast and move my arms, my heart rate goes up to my top number pretty quickly. If I hold on to the handles, which measure my heart rate, the number will go down a bit.

     I tried a new Spotify playlist called Gym Motivation: Training Workout that I liked. It has some Eminem, some Ozzy, some Imagine Dragons. I skipped all the Kanye songs. In my peripheral vision I saw a guy about five machines over drop his phone on his treadmill with his earbuds in his ears. As he scrambled around, I made sure to show no reaction. But inside I was relieved. I found my people.

     Of course, I rewarded my hard work by using the massage and hydro-massage chairs. I learned how to adjust the hydro spray so it’s not spraying below my feet and above my head anymore. I was feeling pretty ripped off by all that wasted spray. Now it’s neck to ankles, up to pressure level 8. With Nahko playing on Spotify, pure bliss.

     I also did a quick tanning session. Vitamin D, you know.

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