I am soooo tired of logging shitty situations or things that aren't going right. I had a hell of a time in 2017 and I refuse to in 2018. So, I had an awesome week of killer workouts, felt great and was so happy I thought I was fucking high.
And I think we all know that's a lie.
I don't want a pity party; I'm already throwing one for myself and you aren't invited.
I was only in Florida for about a week and was just getting acclimated to the awesome weather, riding my motorcycle down the coast and training in a new badass gym when my selfish 89-year-old awesome grandma decided to go into hospice and passed last week. I mean, who does she think she is ruining my workouts like that?
I hopped a plane back to the miserable weather of Michigan because I wanted to see my Grandma before she passed. I was fortunate enough to get there and have a couple days with her before she submitted to her Creator. She strongly believed in God and I respected that about her - among a myriad of other reasons that I had a lot of respect for her. I was fortunate to be there at the end when she took her final breaths. I could go on and on for pages about how awesome she was but that would bore you.
I spent most 8 days in Michigan's hell weather but did manage to get some solid workouts in and eat right. Mrs. Skip flew in for the funeral for a couple days and I had the obligation of driving her around drunk to see her friends. Basically, nothing was any different those 2 days than at home in Colorado or Florida. :)
At the tail end of my stay in Michigan I must have contracted either pneumonia or a severe case of bronchitis because I was coughing and felt like I was hacking up lung tissue - it hurt like hell fire (assuming hell fire is really bad). My eyes hurt, I shit water for 3 days and I couldn't eat and struggled to sleep. I only today am starting to feel better - just in time for Mrs. Skip to now have to deal with it, herself. Yay us.
I haven't trained all week. I normally would just push through and try to train but this completely kicked my ass and I was more concerned about shitting my pants while coughing than actually being unable to train.
I should be back in and almost 100% by Monday, I hope. I just cannot get over the road blocks that I have endured over the last 9 months but dwelling on it doesn't do any good. I am just looking forward to getting back at it Monday and hopefully not having to deal with any more death for a while and stocking up on good weeks of workouts. Hell, I want to prep for a show this year and I have on in my sights but will take the next month to figure it out and see if I am going to commit or not. At some point in the next month or so I will have to travel yet again to go back to Colorado to close on our house and ship all of our belongings to Florida, as well.
I plan on 2018 being much better than 2017 but it sure didn't start as well as I would have wanted it to. However, there are still 11 months and a week left so I won't let a couple of weeks get me down.
Head down and trudge forward. What else can you do?
