Street of Dreams in General

So.

Yesterday I decided it was time to start moving again. Mostly healed up from the overnight. My fingertips were absolutely shredded from breaking down cardboard boxes.

But I went from 20K steps a day to less than 1K a day.

Unsustainable.

So I got up at 0530, strapped on the 20# weighted vest, put on weight lifting gloves and grabbed two 20# kettlebells. Headed for the door.

I intended to go 2 miles. I made it a mile. Luckily I have scientifically designed my walking routes to have “cut-outs” ways to get home in case I bonk. That was important right after my heart surgery. I didn’t want to end up two miles away from home and unable to move.

By the time I came in the house, dropped the kettles and stripped off the vest my thighs and calves were on fire. My forearms were also complaining, but in a good way. Tomorrow my shoulders and back will give me their opinion about that bright idea.

I got some funny looks on that walk. The weighted vest looks like a tactical plate carrier. Gawd I hope actual plate carriers are a little lighter. I can’t imagine humping that thing through the mountains of Afghanistan.

But if I were humping a plate carrier and gear through the mountains of Afghanistan, I’d be 40 years younger.

My elbows are shrieking again.

Maybe next try, just the vest and leave the kettlebells home. At least until I build up a bit of endurance.

Farmer’s walks are supposedly one of the best whole-body workouts. I am going to need to be efficient. I am assuming work starts at 0700, like it did at the main yard. So I have to get the workout in before heading that way.

I’m calling the hiring manager at 1400. If I get her voice mail, I’ll email. It’s been two and a half weeks.

MSFS F/A-18 Simulator. Looks like I will have to invest! If I can’t fly IRL, I can certainly zorch around in MSFS.