Sleep has been evading me recently. Despite the fact that I wake up every morning at 5:30 and am doing either strength or cardio workouts every day I seem to be sleeping rather lightly and having countless odd dreams. Then I wake up feeling like a rock, drink a matcha latte, and promise myself I'll … Continue reading Deep sleep, where art thou?
It wasn't obvious to me that when we were sent home due to COVID and then I subsequently was furloughed from work that my entire schedule would change. This might seem rather obvious to you since if I normally spend very little time at home and am now coming up on my second week of … Continue reading Coronatine Adventures – “New Normal” (Thursday, April 2nd)
Honestly, despite everything, it's been a really great day so far. The sun is shining and it's 90+ degrees outside. I've got my houseplants sunning on a ledge and a stack of chocolate chip cookies at my disposal. I've got smooth jazz in the background, my favorite candle beside me, and I can study for … Continue reading Coronatine Adventures – “The virtual doc visit. Say wut??” (Wednesday, March 25th)
When I workout at the Physical Therapy gym I get to look myself in the eye in a floor to ceiling mirror while doing some of the sequences. A couple weeks ago during a particularly difficult session, my mental strength was really starting to slip as my heart was pounding and sweat was dripping and I was getting just a tad bit dizzy from not breathing properly. In the mirror I could see my male PT (I have a female one I see as well) coming up behind me as I started to "cheat" more and more with each rep. I thought he would call me out instantly, but instead he dead eyed me in the mirror.
If you remember correctly, I'm living temporarily with an older couple who has an extra room. I'm currently free-loading because they have refused all of my attempts to pay rent, utilities, etc. I think I'm gonna start stocking the house with random things like toilet paper or milk just to contribute something at all. Not that that makes up for much...
I first fell in love with the magical field of physical therapy when I was a teen barely beginning my undergraduate education. I was experiencing some unfortunate repercussions from my childhood back injury and had reached out to a local chiropractor for help. I wasn't making much progress with her so she referred me to a local exercise physiologist who specialized in injury recovery. I checked his credentials and he held a degree in kinesiology.
March 20th, 2019 - Spring Equinox! The earth is waking up. Out my window I see white buds on the trees and patches of juicy green grass on my front lawn. Spring is here, my people, and I couldn't be more excited.
I do wear one of those fancy FitBits, though, which means I at least have some sort of aspiration to exercise. I go to the park across the street a couple times a week to "get my steps in". There I see young people and old people and couples and dogs and even kids jogging along looking all glowy with the sweat of a fit person, and I think to myself, "It must be nice to be so strong and awesome like that." I get uber jealous of runners sometimes.
And then, gentle reader, came that fateful question…
“Hi! I’m Nick. Would you like to be my dance partner?”
"That guy has been over at that pottin' bench so long that I'm not sure if he's pottin' or poopin'!"