New Roommate AND Recovery Time

I have a new roommate. In the past, I’ve been known to make this pronouncement whenever I find Brussels sprouts on the stalk, but this time around, my roommate is a living, breathing thing. Meet Luna:


I’m watching Luna for a couple weeks while my friend Tavi is away in China for work, and it’s been great having her around. She’s smart, well-trained… a perfect roommate. And she likes giving kisses:


I also take her out for a walk a couple times a day, and even though it’s just around the block so she can do her business, it’s still a little exercise, and it adds up.

Actually, my walks with Luna have been the only exercise I’ve gotten the past two days. I’m in a bit of a slump. I feel really worn out.

I’m not surprised by this. My awesome stair race on Friday was the beginning of a super busy weekend. I climbed a 75-story building 3 times on Friday, and, in the two days that followed, I saw a play, went to a concert, co-hosted a BBQ (my contribution to the spread will be the subject of my next post), and crossed a few things off my to-do list. Plus, I fit in two more workouts: On Saturday, I had a great session lifting weights (upper body), and on Sunday, I rode 11 miles on a bike at the gym.

Come Monday morning, I was just beat. Exhausted. As soon as I finished up with work, I took a good, long nap. Then, I woke up for a couple hours, and crashed for the night by 9pm at the latest.

My Tuesday was pretty much the same. I felt like a lion, spending so much of my day sleeping, but I must need it. I know that sometimes fatigue comes when your body is fighting a virus or illness, but I don’t feel sick otherwise, nor do I have other symptoms. Similarly, I don’t feel especially depressed, not like I did after my TOWERthon race in the spring, but I do feel… worn out.  I feel really worn out.

I’ve also been really sore the past two days. I probably pushed it a little too hard at the gym over the weekend – especially after my killer race day on Friday – and that was after pushing myself for weeks training for the race. I’ve been working hard to prepare for that day, and there was a huge sense of relief once the race was over. It was done with. I could move on.

But, clearly, my body wasn’t ready to move on. It was ready to rest. And so I’m resting. I know I’ll start exercising as soon as I can. I’ll also start eating better, too, because I’ve definitely not eaten that well the past few days, either. My hand has made it all the way to the bottom of a bag of Cheetos, and there’s an empty box of Pop Tarts in my recycle bin, too.

But I’m acknowledging this as an anomaly, not the norm. It will pass. It has to pass. I have more races coming up, and I intend on giving them my all.

Keep it up, David.


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6 Responses to New Roommate AND Recovery Time

  1. Peter Falck (Filmlance) says:

    Cute dog. Pepper says hi.

  2. Leah says:

    Luna looks happy! Thanks for taking good care of her. I’m sure she would love to do some stairs with you.
    Is she sleeping with you?

  3. Coco says:

    After a big race I like to give myself a pass for one week, but then it’s back up and at ’em. If you can’t make yourself go to the gym, then walks with Luna work just fine. Keep it up, Luna!

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