I got really irritated this morning at the gym when a stranger said "no no no for god sake don't hurt yourself " and handed me 10 pound weights in place of my 17. 5s. I don't think he would've done it if I was a dude. But I also think he was genuinely trying to help. Is there a "right" way to correct a strangers form at the gym?
My back is better, but glutes are beyond sore. Like frozen boulders and some movements seem to put that stress back in the lower back. Squat depth sucks although it gets better and better feeling as I do more. But right back to crap again each AM. Physio this weekend did nothing, so I think a massage is in order. Will try to book one for this week as this is seriously killing my buzz.
I was on a charge in January, and really enjoying it. Until...(wait for it...) a less than perfect deadlift. Thankfully, it's not an injury per se. But my lower back went into spasm and has been very very painful, tight and at times totally immobilized at the bottom.
2 massages helped. Then an attempted row made it even worse. DOCTOR! Muscle relaxant, anti inflammatories and Advil. And physio therapy. I have had some pain-free moments but 8 hours on my back tighten it up quick so I think it will be a bit before I am back in good shape.
Blech. I feel crappy. A little weepy even. I have just tired myself out.
Granted, I have been pushing a lot of work on the tattoo (my artist is moving, so time is of the essense....) and I would say that the amount of time I have put in over 4 weeks is not exactly what you'd call.... compassionate. So it's not like I don't know where it's coming from.
Nevertheless, I have become so used to feeling good that feeling bad just feels.... bad.
And since I generally share lots of up-side, I thought I'd share this too. You know, with myself, and my future self. It's not always awesome.
But even so, it's still pretty good.
lower back .... ugh. And I hardly did anything. Just the de-rack and PING...
Yesterday I felt weird because I was dis-interested in food. That's like being disinterested in shoes. Or kittens. But I figured it was just a one-off.
But I feel that way again today.
I was thinking of going this direction - SOYLENT. But then I might feel even worse than disinterested.
I wanted the relationship to change. But not this much. Booo!
Well, let's see tomorrow. Tonight is a lovely Italian joint for a work event, so maybe it'll re-pique my appetite.
A guy had what appeared to be a heart attack at the gym today. It was a crazy scene; CPR, defibrillator and the whole 9 yards. I don't know what to say,.... this blog has been a diary to log my progress and cheer myself on. I don't feel cheery. Life is so short, and I am (arguably) more than 1/2 way through it. Suddenly, I feel fragile.