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Not Much Progress

Well, I don't feel like I'm really making any progress as far as recovery goes, but then again I guess it is hard to know one way or the other. My resting HR was down to 53 Saturday morning, but back up to 61 this week. I think this weekend took everything out of me, which is sad. I was sick on Monday and stayed in bed most of the day. I didn't get a lot of sleep Fri, Sat, or Sun, and by Monday, I was done. I feel like some feeble old lady who can't handle the slightest change or I will go down. I have also started to gain weight. Not cool.

I was planning to start walking and doing light weights this week, but I feel no where near back in the game yet, so I will put it off a few more days. I think I may go on a walk Saturday morning though, just to test the waters and get out to do something. I have my VO2 Max testing on Thursday. That will be very interesting. I may die considering I've done nothing for what seems like forever now.

I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving, hoping I have some time to really rest then, but then again I'm staying in San Antonio and Waco, both of which will be total zoos, so I may be a bit too hopeful with the idea of getting rest there.
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Benson said…
Dang, bummer that you're feeling kida puny. I sure hope it passes quick. Eat well and try to rest. Don't fret, you'll come back stronger.
November 22, 2008 at 10:06 PM
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