As far as I can remember, I hadn't been sick for five years. So when I got sick last week, it sucked.
I stumbled through a couple lackluster training sessions early last week, before I was either sleeping when possible or wishing I were asleep when it was not actually possible , and before my nose was leaking first clear shit and later green shit.
So, reluctantly and under advisement from my coach I stopped training.
I still went to the gym and watched some good kids squat and dead lift. I paid a lot of attention to the triangle formed between the thighs, back, and arms on the dead, and between the thighs, back, and the imaginary line dropped from the barbell to the foot on the squat. Then I asked myself if any lever arms could be shorter in each lifter's triangle, made corrections, and helped the good kids be better kids.
That's the kind of shit I do, and I do that because I do it. In other words, I do this stuff.
I started training again today, and after six days it felt great to be back. I think that's because I do this shit, and if I didn't, I'd do something else.
And I realized some trainers don't train, and they wouldn't miss it because it's not what they do.
And that makes me sick.
