I’ve been hitting the gym pretty consistently, usually around 3:30 in the morning. It’s a perfect time because the only people there are a handful of guys my age.

It just occurred to me the other day that I’m part of this “old guy” group of 50-60 year olds. I don’t feel 50, and we’re all in there working our asses off.

I’ve finally dropped below 200 lbs, and it feels amazing. For some reason, 200 lbs has always been a weird tipping point for me. Over 200, I feel crazy out of shape, but under 200, I at least feel like I’ve got a handle on things.

I need to get in here and fix some of my automations for posting. Make it less of a chore…

Four workouts last week. I didn’t go as hard as I used to, but at least I was consistent. Go me!

The legs feel like jello. I had forgotten what it felt like. I missed that feeling. Welcome back.

I’d love to hit the gym first thing in the morning, but my sleep is shit. I’d never wake up and feel refreshed. And my sleep meds leave me a bit drowsy in the mornings. I doubt I could workout the morning after taking them.

Night time, it is! ( I’ll take what I can get )

This has been the year of surgeries. Multiple. And on my hand, no less. I’ve been trying to squeeze a workout here and there between surgeries. This is the first week that I’ve been able more than two workouts. My hands are killing me, but I’m not giving up. I have one more surgery to go. A spinal fusion. I’m dreading this one.

I’ve grown so out of shape since the accident. I feel like I’m in the worst shape of my life. I’m feeling all of my years. I am not a fan of that feeling.

I will change it.

I think it is about time I fired this old thing back up.

That weight, tho. Let’s see what we can do about that. That’s what happens when you have an injury that prevents normal operation. Gonna hqve to figure out a way to work around it.

Japheth Mast