Fate Sends Workouts

I have a narrow driveway that empties out onto a busy road, with low plow drifts on either side of the driveway entrance. As I pulled out this morning, I was paying more attention to the traffic and not enough attention to the drifts. Yep. I found myself hung up, and bad. The drifts were solid from an early freeze-thaw cycle; I tried digging out with a snow shovel, but the blade quickly bent when I started chippping away at the solid mass under my car. I went and got a sturdy ditch-digging shovel, and was making good progress when that too bent, this time at the junction between the blade and the handle. I found a very solid pitch fork in my garage (the tines were about 3/4 inch thick) and was able to remove the rest of the ice, or at least enough that I managed to free myself with the help of a friendly passerbyer who gave me a push.

Anyway, it was invigorating, and while I plan to hit the gym, I think I can count that hour as a workout.

I also did thirty pushups and about thirty situps this morning. I did the situps to help ease my soreness from a more intensive Saturday situp routine.

Yesterday, I got a workout from moving a friend. Nothing proves your metal like wrestling a couch up and down a few flights of stairs.

So I'm very slowly on my way! I don't feel great, but I feel like I have a small amount of momentum. I'm still experiencing significant brain fog; it's not something I'm even that conscious of, but I know from experience that after a few weeks of working out, my brain will suddenly start working at an entirely different level, and I'm really looking forward to that. I've described it as feeling like I'm swimming under a frozen lake, beating at the ice and trying to free myself. When the workouts kick in, my brain feels like ice has broken away and I'm able to breath again.

Soon enough!