Time flies – in less than a week, it’ll be a year since I had foot surgery.
Improvements have been small and incremental, as opposed to my sister’s (who’s had the same surgery) painful cracking and spontaneous restoration of range of motion.
Since I haven’t been able to hit it hard (so to speak) at the gym for the past year, I’ve decided to use this hiatus period to do just that.
Work out like hell so when beach season does come around, I’ll be ready.
Actually, that’s a lie – at this point in my life, I’m way past worrying about my weight or what other people think of me (this week. Check back later for changes), so I’m just concentrating on re-gaining the fitness level I had before the surgery.
Currently, that means four days a week of heavy weights (but not as heavy as pulling cable), six days of cardio (two 40 mile bike rides per week, two 1000 meter swims per week, and two hour-long sessions on the elliptical trainer at the gym, since I can’t run any more), and massive napping.
My current workout schedule has me going to bed at an hour that would cause most septuagenarians to point and laugh, but it’s temporary until I adjust to the schedule, and then I’ll be, well, not bright-eyed and bushy-tailed but at least not going to bed with the sun.
At least I don’t feel guilty about indulging in the occasional fatty snack or glass of wine.