Life interfered.
It's been a while since I added another post, but something always got in the way.
I had recovered from my bout with bronchitis and was getting into the swing of the trainer, when a SUV plowed into the back of my car. I don't remember it happening. The first thing I remember is waking up in an ER with techs putting IVs in my arms and telling me I had whiplash and a pretty severe concussion.
Weeks of losing my balance and falling face first into stuff, intermittent fogginess, minor speech issues, and fun junk like that followed. As soon as the traumatic brain injury specialist said it was OK, I was back on the trainer. My recovery went into overdrive, and the symptoms are mostly gone- or at least I can see them coming and take precautions. They said 6 months is about the shortest I can expect my recovery to take, and we'll see what the long-term prognosis is then.
In the meantime, I replaced my totalled dark blue, 2006 Toyota Matrix with a dark blue, 2006 Toyota Matrix. The new one has fewer miles on it, and since I salvaged my bike racks, it will look exactly like the old one.
I returned to work after a couple weeks off, the latter part of which I was bored out of my mind and climbing the walls.
My wife is currently very pregnant, and the last week has been characterized by a series of false alarm visits to the labor and delivery ward. I guess I'm in the male version of nesting mode, assembling cribs, bedroom furniture, and strollers. I'm ready to meet the kid and see what he's like.
With all of that going on, the focused world of the trainer keeps me centered. I'm back on the program, and working towards whatever sort of fitness Janice can whip me into for next season. I need to lose the weight I've been steadily gaining since the end of the Tour of Fairbanks, but I'm in no hurry to religiously count calories just yet. My life just can't handle that sort of restriction and dedication just yet. Instead, I'm slowly trying to get a handle on what goes in the old gut. After last winter, I know I can lose the weight with the right focus, and that knowledge is rather comforting.
Almost as comforting as that big slice of cake.
I had recovered from my bout with bronchitis and was getting into the swing of the trainer, when a SUV plowed into the back of my car. I don't remember it happening. The first thing I remember is waking up in an ER with techs putting IVs in my arms and telling me I had whiplash and a pretty severe concussion.
Weeks of losing my balance and falling face first into stuff, intermittent fogginess, minor speech issues, and fun junk like that followed. As soon as the traumatic brain injury specialist said it was OK, I was back on the trainer. My recovery went into overdrive, and the symptoms are mostly gone- or at least I can see them coming and take precautions. They said 6 months is about the shortest I can expect my recovery to take, and we'll see what the long-term prognosis is then.
In the meantime, I replaced my totalled dark blue, 2006 Toyota Matrix with a dark blue, 2006 Toyota Matrix. The new one has fewer miles on it, and since I salvaged my bike racks, it will look exactly like the old one.
I returned to work after a couple weeks off, the latter part of which I was bored out of my mind and climbing the walls.
My wife is currently very pregnant, and the last week has been characterized by a series of false alarm visits to the labor and delivery ward. I guess I'm in the male version of nesting mode, assembling cribs, bedroom furniture, and strollers. I'm ready to meet the kid and see what he's like.
With all of that going on, the focused world of the trainer keeps me centered. I'm back on the program, and working towards whatever sort of fitness Janice can whip me into for next season. I need to lose the weight I've been steadily gaining since the end of the Tour of Fairbanks, but I'm in no hurry to religiously count calories just yet. My life just can't handle that sort of restriction and dedication just yet. Instead, I'm slowly trying to get a handle on what goes in the old gut. After last winter, I know I can lose the weight with the right focus, and that knowledge is rather comforting.
Almost as comforting as that big slice of cake.
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