02/10/2012 Final Week of Paleo Challenge

Out of all the weeks to get sick, my body could not have picked a better week. 

Other than the lack of weight loss, I was feeling great about my workouts, and my overall performance. 

I felt like I was going to crush my final workout that is until I woke up Monday morning.  When I got out of bed I felt sick, I wasn’t running a fever yet, but my body was hotter than normal, yet I felt cold.  Unfortunately I still have personnel issues at my main site, so when my Manager is off, I’m his bitch, which meant that I had to work through my sickness.

I went downhill as Monday went on, and by the time I got home Monday night I was extra crispy done so I tried to medicate my self with Nyquil, and an early bed time.  I woke up Tuesday feeling like the shit you pick off your shoe with a stick.  My goal was to just get through the day.  I was popping Dayquils like candy, and drinking as much water as I could consume.  I’m sure at some point during Tuesday the water coming out of my body was cleaner than the water going into it.

Tuesday evening I left work early, and went straight to bed after taking two Nyquils, a Motrin, some ZMA, and the stress supplement I am taking.  I slept, and I slept, and I slept, all the way through noon the next day.  I woke up a couple of times because my back hurt (yes even my own back doesn’t like how fat I am), but slept most of that time. 

Wednesday afternoon, I was a complete waste of space.  I sat on my couch, I stared at my dog, and watched episodes of Tabitha Takes Over, I love shows where bitchy people with accents tell other people what they are doing wrong with their businesses, like Gordon Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares.

Well there’s that, and I have an inner desire to become a hair stylist.  I can’t believe some of those people make $800 a cut, that’s fucking obscene.

I fell asleep around 3 pm again, and woke up with my dog laying on my stomach, and his nose pressing against my chin.  It was subtle way for him to tell me he needed to go outside. 

Owning a dog sucks when it’s raining, when it’s really cold outside, and when you’re sick.  I took him outside, and of course this would be the day that he has a hard time pooping.  I walked for an hour sick, cold, bitter, and thinking of turning him into a hot bowl of Boshintang (this is one of those ethnic dishes you wish your heritage could uninvent).

When I woke up Thursday morning I wasn’t feeling much better, but knew I had to get my body moving, or Saturday would be out of the question.  I hadn’t worked out in three days, and thought a little sweat might help lift the fog from my body.  The Thursday WoD involved doing snatches, and a short metcon of 21-15-9 of pull-ups and burpees. 

I did the snatches at a light weight 95 lbs -115 lbs, and I worked on my technique.  I felt like I had somewhat a breakthrough here, and want to test my two new reference points, as to where my body should be during the first and second pulls.  When I was doing it, the 115 lbs felt like nothing.

During the snatches I for sure was sick, after each rep I would get light headed.  So when it was time for the Metcon I told myself I’m going to take it easy…I of course didn’t. 

I finished the WoD doing assisted pull-ups, and all the burpees in 6 minutes, which turned out to be a decent time.  It was also a clear indicator that I hadn’t taken it easy. 

I felt pretty good right after.

The rest of the day I started to think that I might make it to Saturday after all…

Friday morning, I woke up with one thought in my head, stay home and sleep, I did not want to get out of bed. 

I had no choice but to get up and go to work, there were things that needed to be done which could not wait.  If I’m getting up to go to work anyways, I thought why not go sweat some more at Patriot. 

When I saw Erika the first thing I told her was, I should have listened to her the day before, so today was the day that I was going to take it easy, and I told her I probably won’t do the WoD.  The workout was a team WoD, row as far as you can in 15 minutes.  The workload could be divided however the teams decided, yet with the short time period it would most likely be split into sprints of 500 meters at a time.  I for sure wasn’t up to doing a sprint on the rower.

So I asked Erika if I could just row on my own.  I had no intention of rowing more than 1000 meters.

Did I mention I’m a psychopath, who likes to beat the shit out of himself, rooted in some deep childhood angst that I haven’t come to grips with, and ultimately in the end will probably light up a post office with an assault rifle approved by the NRA…or I’m just a dumbass.

I started rowing at the same time everyone else started.  I had on my sweatpants and sweatshirts but was still cold.  After 500 meters I started to get hot, and stopped to take off my sweatpants.

After 1000 meters my body felt warm for the first time while at Patriot, so I stopped to take of my sweatshirt.  At some point after taking off the sweatshirt, and sitting back down on the rower, I made a decision to finish the entire 15 minutes of rowing.  As I continued to row and watched the distance increase, I made another decision that I should finish above 3000 meters. 

It wasn’t a sprint, it wasn’t a slow pace, and it wasn’t challenging, I felt like I had achieved a good pace that would allow me to get my body moving, get my body temperature up, and sweat enough to feel better.

Later in the day I got a massage from Ingrid, I think I snored through half of it.  By the end of the day I wasn’t feeling better, but I also wasn’t feeling any worse.  I felt like I still had a chance.   

Saturday, Final Weight from Challenge, and Final WoD Tomorrow…