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Recovery sucks part 1 ! It has been awhile since I’ve posted. I haven’t posted in quite some time but believe me this was not intended. Mentally, it has been a grueling process of slowly getting back into the swing of things.

Here’s how it all started. Around December, I learned about a wonderful exercise program called crossfit. Even though I couldn’t perform the workouts as recommended, I was immediately hooked. Before crossfit my exercise program was a beginner strength training program, which was my first exploration into lifting weights. Crossfit has it all metabolic conditioning, strength training, and more. I’ve seen remarkable changes in my physique. I’ve gone from a 36 inch waist to a 32, dropped 30 pounds, increased endurance, and feel great. Now, once you drink the cool-aid you begin to go whole hog with the program. After three months, I started the Zone diet. After six months, I started experimenting with IM Fasting and an added strength training. This was in addition to Wednesday and Friday Wallyball games. I should have known better or at least checked my workout journal more closely. Honestly, I was wanting results far quicker than my body could provide thus two months ago I came down with a mild case of Rhabdo.

It began with a crossfit workout of deadlifts, rowing, and kettle bell swings while extremely dehydrated (hindsight and blood work) then at lunch played wallyball and followed that up with some deep squats and shoulder presses. One hour after the workout my muscles started locking up and shutting down and then the rest is history.  Snails travel at light speed compared to how slow I was moving.   Recovery consisted of medical help, lots of fluids, and sleep.  I’ve never slept more in my life.  I hate sleeping!!  After taking a month off, I started to get sick all over again. At first I chalked it up to the rhabdo but this time with migraines. That would have been ok for me but it started to affect my whole persona. I was confused, which frustrated me and then got me irritated which would make me more frustrated and confused. Soo back to the doctor for more tests.

I’ll post the rest of the story tomorrow.

peace and biscuits,

rev. slick

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