God this morning was terrible. I was sooooo tired. After a long day yesterday with hectic gym sessions twice , one early morning and one late afternoon, and a substantially late night last night (anything after 9pm is late these days so close to midnight is substantial – even without alcohol), Mullac and I had to be awake again at 4:30am to get to gym for 5:30am. Yes I know it seems completely ridiculous now but try and see it from my eyes and you will see how absolutely, utterly and monumentally ridiculous it feels at 4:30am.
Gym in the morning is no new concept. How’s that hey? I go to the gym for 4 weeks and now I sound like the eternal gym slugger. But in all seriousness, it’s incredible how fast one adapts to new routines and since we have been getting up and to the gym for 6am every morning it doesn’t seem that bad anymore. But golly gee, get up that 45 minutes earlier and it feels like the end of the world. I had nothing. I was dead. I knew I was physically in the gym because I could see and hear familiar shapes and noises but I sure as hell wasn’t there mentally! I had ZERO energy and even less drive or motivation. I probably would have achieved more by staying in bed.
And the reason for getting up so early was in response to a call last night from my flying school saying I was booked in to do my VP / RG (Variable Pitch / Retractable Gear) conversion at 7am this morning. I therefore had to be clear of the gym, showered, changed and at the aero club for 6:45am to pre-flight the aircraft. Sadly though upon achieving the near impossible and getting to the club at 6:40am, the conditions were still very IMC (Instrument Met Conditions) with rain and low cloud and therefore no way I was able to fly. In a way I felt quite relieved as I don’t think I was in any state to be in control of an aircraft, especially not learning all new techniques and concepts for the first time.
So today I have kind of just been milling about trying to sleep but worried that I was going to miss my next flight booking slot at 12pm. When midday came around and it was still heavily overcast and raining I just grinned a little cheesy grin to myself, rolled over and went to sleep for 3 hours. Recharge the batteries.
By the way, how much gym is too much? I have been told that you can do as much cardio work as you wish without harm but you need to break up your weight and muscle training into only a few regular visits a week. So far this week I have been to the gym 8 times since Sunday and I still have 2 days to go. It basically boils down to twice a day from Monday to Saturday and once on Sunday. I just didn’t have the energy to go tonight and am enjoying a much deserved break.
Tonight I think I am going to have my super healthy dinner consisting of a bit of tuna and some veg with Woolworths wild and brown rice at 6pm, watch a bit of TV, and be fast asleep by 9:05pm, 5 minutes after my 9pm protein shake. Viva health and fitness. Being fat is so much more fun and I blame all you out there who always called me tubby! Don’t worry, I have a long way to go before ever being diagnosed clinically anorexic or bulimic. What’s that old saying from that good old comedian “The Cousin”? “I’m so fat I can go on hunger strike and still die of old age” 8)
