Training Log – Fine Line between Being Determined and Being Dense

Monday: SICK DAY

Tuesday: SICK DAY

Wednesday: Weight Training – Biceps/Triceps/Legs/Shoulders/Abs, 5 km run

Thursday: “MUSHIN” with Wayne, Fight Fit – Training with Terence, 5 km run, Abs

Friday: 5 km run, Abs

Saturday: 5 km run, Abs

Sunday: 5 km run, Abs

This week was another tough one for me physically. My cold/flu knocked me down at the beginning of the week; so much so that I was unable to work out on both Monday and Tuesday. I managed to rally back on Wednesday and get back to the gym; however, my workouts have been of a lesser standard than I have recently become accustomed.

After two months, I found myself back in Bonbon on Friday to head back home to Ottawa for a visit. Despite being beat from a sleepless night on Thursday that was followed up with a long 7 hour drive to Ottawa; I was “determined” to not lose a workout day. So, at 8:30 pm I hopped on my mom’s treadmill with the intention to crank out a 5km before settling down to relax for the evening.

Very quickly I realized that my goal was going to have to be adjusted when I found myself gripping the sidebars of the treadmill as spells of dizziness started to wash over me. Determination is one thing, being dense is something else altogether; I realized I was finding myself on the dense side of the pendulum.

In the end, I stayed on and ran, but I slowed down and as Cat would say, “Calmed the fuck down.” I know this is a small example, but it managed to have a lasting impression on me. Some days, just getting it done, is success enough.

Other than this new-found knowledge, I have also “acquired” a Smeagol/Gollum-like cough. This is far from a good acquisition and I’m hoping that it’s one that will exit stage left when my cold makes its final curtain call.

My Cough (aka Gollum, Gollum)

Observation – If I’m at a dance bar to celebrate my 40^th Birthday…

…drag me off the dance floor, smash my head on the side of the bar, kick me to the road and instruct a cabbie to drive over me.

Last night, Stephanie (aka Monkey) and I went out to celebrate my 39th birthday. It’s a bit early (my birthday is in April), but I’ll be back in St. Catharines when it comes around.

The title above might give the impression that Steph and I didn’t have a great time which isn’t the case at all. We started the night by having sharpeners and getting ready at a hotel in the market before heading to the Velvet Room.

Monkey

me

Us: out first attempt at a shot together

Us: our second attempt

Us: our last and final attempt

To be honest, Steph and I could have a good time just about anywhere. Last night, I had a good time despite:

-the scantily clad cougars and pumas (aka cougars-in-training) who pushed and shoved as they jockeyed to get a good and highly visible spot on the dance floor (please note: my amateur fight came very close to happening last night)

and

-the hunters (aka drunked-up, horned-up and seemingly newly single men in their 20s, 30s and 40s) who insisted on circling in on the teeming cougars and pumas

For the most part, my MO is to numb myself to the social dynamics of the Velvet Room, but last night I managed to drink myself sober. I hate when that happens! And while Steph and I laughed, danced and managed to buffer ourselves to the assault of a couple of brave hunters, I definitely tired of the scene last night. Near the end of the night I even resorted to performing “the robot” in order to convince Steph (and the guy who insisted on twirling me) that it was time for me to go home.

So, next year, if you see me at the Velvet Room in the month of April, you have my permission to do your worse or, at the very least, what I described above.