Where The Hell Have I Been?
No sense in ignoring the pink elephant in the room…
I haven’t posted in way too long, but enough about what we already know. Let me fill you in on the things you do not know.
I’ll consider this my re-entry into the world of sharing my workouts, thoughts, rants, and many other possibilities with you.
Last you read, I was working my way through a terrible injury and actually started to feel relief and regain strength and movement. Up until a few weeks ago I was almost back to doing all the things I used to do, but then I started getting this weird hip flexor weakness. Like down and out, stop yourself from stumbling to the floor weakness. I made the choice to call Mr. Mike Robertson to help me with this new issue. New issue it was not, most likely directly related to my previous problem, more on that at a later time.
Long story short, I’m doing very basic workouts these days in an effort to heal myself AND get back to doing what I do.
What happens to your motivation when all this spirals down a dark path of inactivity? It goes to hell, that’s where it goes. I know, I said it. Truth is, it’s the truth, but it’s also a lame ass truth at best.
As I previously wrote, I felt sorry for myself. Recently though I found myself realizing that this is the lamest thing I could feel. The other day as a matter of fact I decided that I wasn’t going to approach things that way anymore. Why, what changed?
The biggest thing is that things are better. My movement is better. It’s not perfect but it could be worse. I’m able to workout, just not the fun and challenging workouts that I’m used to, but that too will come. Life is a big part of this, it doesn’t stop moving because you do, literally. I decided I needed to get back into my life, the one I was used to, the one you are used to interacting with.
So, I’m making some changes to my current habits.
Check in tomorrow for the list.



