One of the things people (okay, just Yan) tease me about is my “addiction” to chicken nuggets. I’ve even posted my recipe for making a “one minute meal” with them to my blog, and I’ve even made converts out of those brave enough to get past the spicy scent of Slap Ya Mama and Tabasco.
So imagine my joy when I saw this article in the news:
That’s right, Usain Bolt eats chicken nuggets and he’s the fastest man in the world. Not the fattest man in the world. Ahem!
I’ve been sick with flu-like symptoms that come and go… only to come back again. A friend of mine who has suffered through similar symptoms got on my case and convinced me to go to the doctor, and he basically confirmed what she said: There’s a bug going around that just lingers, and it can take weeks before the symptoms stop presenting.
I’m also going to give ACV a whirl based on the recommendation of another friend who reads my blog… You know who you are!
In my case, the symptoms are mild fatigue, chronic pain in my joints (ankles, knees, fingers, wrists, elbows), a nasty cough, and an occassional runny nose.
Because of the aches and pains, my doctor wanted to rule out Lu
pus, Lyme disease, and some other extreme possibilities, so he ordered up some blood work.
The lab technician who took my blood was pretty cool, and she pointed out two things that I thought were funny:
1) Apparently, I’m the only person who likes to look at himself being poked with a needle. I also watch the blood fill the little collection tubes.
2) I don’t take direction very well. We had a funny moment (well, funny to me!) where I was trying to see if I could speed up the blood-letting by squeezing my fist. Her response? “Don’t do that! If you do that at the wrong time, you’ll get blood everywhere!”
3) I’m a squirter. No, not like that! To be more precise, the blood rushes out of me like oil in “There Will Be Blood” when they strike a deposit.
Anyways, I’m loading up on meds and hoping to soldier on through the rest of my workday before collapsing in a heap. Tomorrow, I need to mow that lawn. And if you remember my photos of my freshly-waxed car, you probably can imagine how craptacular my lawn looks now!
…then I am your huckleberry.
So tonight, after the wrist injury last week, me ‘n Barry finally hit the gym.
Ironically, my knee started hurting while on the elliptical. Yes, I’m a delicate, fragile snowflake.
Then I got on the squat machine, set it up for calf raises, and got through about five before stopping because my right knee and ankle were not cooperating.
Then we hit the free weights in my basement — and as is the tradition, whoever went last the last go-round, has to start off.
I crushed it.
Kidding aside, and I know these numbers mean nothing to most people… but the workout tonight was three sets at 245 lbs (10-10-15) for a total of 35 reps. The nice thing: I was dominating it while cranking out that last set, so that makes me feel like I can start working out again in the 275-315 range!I swear, right now I feel like my idol, Terry Tate.
Last Wednesday, I had some excitement while doing bench press that led to what could have been a nasty wrist injury. Basically, I let the weight tilt towards my hips and almost lost control of it, and while snatching it back to get control, my right wrist got “pulled”.
The pain was immediate and but not severe.
By the time I was done with dinner, I had noticed sharp pains whenever I pushed a door open or had to move my arm. A quick trip to the local 24-hour grocery, and I had a bandage/support that, in conjunction with regular icing, seems to have done the trick.
Today — I’m going to hit the free weights again for the first time in a week, and I’m psyched to get back at it!