Perfect week all around. Seven days, seven 30 minute work outs.

Perfect week all around. Seven days, seven 30 minute work outs.

Every day this week I did my 30 minutes of exercise before work. Today being Saturday, there was no work and I didn’t start my marching in place routine until after 4:00pm.
The result? I feel 10 times more wiped out than I did on any day this week. Recovering from the “workout” is so much more difficult than the rest of the week. I think I need to do tomorrow’s 30 minutes as soon as I get out of bed.
My fat ass is thoroughly kicked!
Friday morning, almost time for work.
I need to go to the weight loss clinic at lunch to get them to send a document to my insurance company. I am wondering if I will have a spare few seconds to step on one of their scales. We will have to see.
I am hoping that after work I will be able to see my mother. I haven’t been to the new location yet. I feel absolutely terrible about that. On Wednesday she wasn’t in her room. On Thursday I was praying to the porcelain god. Today is the day, damn it.
I closed my exercise ring for today with a 30 minute marching in place while watching yesterday’s Star Trek: Strange New Worlds episode. I am feeling really good about getting the full 30 minutes finished in one shot. I feel like I am starting to push myself more. My average heart rate is getting higher with each new day, and my legs are feeling more like jelly after I finish. I want to start spending some time on the exercise bike too, but I kinda want to keep my close-the-ring-in-one-shot streak going. We’ll see how it goes.
As for Star Trek, this episode had a very small retcon of one of the movies… the worst movie… I didn’t check to see if Shatner directed this one or not, but let’s see where they take it. It was pretty good today.

I am going to dash out of work today as soon as my shift is over and run over to the hospital to visit with my mother. Yesterday was a banner bad day. Word is that today is a little better. Here’s hoping. I will be going back tomorrow morning and Sunday afternoon. I’m back to reality now so it’s time to pitch in. Gladly. Even though it’s going to be awful, I am ready to help.
That probably means a delay in getting the band back together. That’s tough, but necessary. I have a doctors appointment on June 30th, which means I will be 2/3 of the way to the Guitar Center in Nashua. I’m thinking that might be Stratocaster Trade In Day. What comes next depends on the book value of my Strat. I guarantee it won’t be enough for anything new. What if they have a used Deluxe Reverb in stock? What if they have a used Les Paul Junior in stock? Who knows.
I spent my lunch break exercising. Every day this week so far I have done a full 30 minutes of exercise in one shot. It’s all walking in place, but it’s something. I was most definitely not able to do that at any time over the last few years. It’s only since the surgery and recovery. I think I have actually done a single 30 minute workout for 10 days in a row. I am shocked.
Now, having said that, they are not exactly killer exercises. My heart rate is going up but it’s not going up as much as it should. Wednesday will be the six week mark, which means the restrictions on how much weight I can lift will start relaxing. The first thing I will do is change the cat litter. The second is to start thinking about maybe lifting some small weights? I might wait an extra couple of weeks before anything like that, but the thought is out there. I need to exercise to make up for lost muscle mass, or something like that. I need to do right by my new physical condition.
Television. I still haven’t finished Breaking Bad and I am so close. Something like five or six episodes left. I need to wrap that up. Season Three of The Boys has started. I think there are four episodes out. I’ve watched the first few minutes of episode one (so worth the herpes) and that’s it. Why have I not dug into it yet? I still haven’t watched yesterday’s episode of Strange New Worlds. Why? What the hell, Robert? I haven’t even thought about starting the new seasons of The Orville or Stranger Things. What is wrong with me?
I have a lot of recording I want to get to as well. One song ready to mix. Two ready for vocals and one ready for guitar leads. Come on, man. Get it done!
Okay. Work time.

First time, post surgery.
Nice.

File Under: Oh, yeah.
Finished with about 30 minutes to spare.

Rob’s writing about pain on a Sunday night. Why? Is he watching Fear the Walking Dead or something? No. That’s not for a couple of weeks. We are still safe.
No, I’m talking about exercise. I still have 24 minutes to do today and I only have 2.5 hours left. My legs are killing me. My back is killing me. Everything is killing me.
Fear isn’t on, but the main show is on. Shits getting weird at the Commonwealth, right? There is 25 minutes left in tonight’s show so I can probably finish my 24 minutes of exercise during the commercial breaks. Har Har Har.
Work was rough on Friday. It spilled over into Saturday. I didn’t hear anything today. Hopefully nothing happened. I’m out tomorrow because I’m taking my mother to a doctor’s appointment. That means I’m worried about work and worried about her at the same time. It could be a fun morning, right?
I don’t feel any negative effects of Covid-19 vax shot #4. Here’s hoping it stays that way.
Okay, the Zombies are back on. No spoilers, but who woulda thought that Daryl was Rick’s father. What a twist!
With all the work around the house we did this weekend, and all the pain and soreness and exhaustion that went with it, this weekend’s exercise rings were the hardest to close I’ve done yet. Ouch.
Tonight’s episode of The Walking Dead was really excellent though. That helped a lot.
