Damnit man...fuck COVID

Well, folks. I was doing pretty damn good. I got fed up with being a lazy sack of shit, started waking up at 4:00 am every single day. I started running like mad, 20 miles a week at first before my knees started telling my ambitious ass to slow down. I finished training my work-from-home job, so my opportunities for self improvement were growing. I had more free time, simply. I could work, go do a 3 mile run on my lunch, come back, jump rope during the next break, and so on. I was able to manage my diet much more efficiently, I had a lot of time for meal prep and cleaning dishes. I even started taking MMA classes, one BJJ and two striking classes a week. I was feeling great, excited to learn new skills and work on my body how I wanted.

Then some dumb sumbitch gave me COVID.

I had like the 6 stages of grief in the moment I found out. At first I was angry, yelling, then I was in denial, convincing myself I was totally fine. "I can definitely work out with COVID, I'm not a little bitch!"

Yeah turns out two jumps-of-rope into a workout and I felt like I might genuinely die. I let out the world's most exasperated "fuck" as I realized this COVID thing was gonna sideline my goals for a moment. Then I entered the sadness stage of grief, mourning the image of what I thought I was starting to strive for.

But after about an hour of that, I told whiny, pity dwelling me to suck it up. Pack on some damn calories while you can't work out, I told myself. Read some damn books. Meditate. Sharpen your mental. Rest and sleep as much as you can. Get ready, be like a piston winding up. Once COVID is over your piston is gonna fire off like a bat out of hell. That's what I had to tell myself, at least.

So, I still have COVID. Today I'm pretty much "over" it but the weak feeling and overall shittyness lingers. But had I let myself spiral, I'm sure COVID would've stuck with me for more than just a couple days. Here I am, chomping at the bit. Ready as ever to throw myself into training again. I'm ready to wake up 3:30/4:00 before the sun has thought to rise, and watch my training playlist on a loop. I'm ready to obsessively train, gain, and run again. I was just hitting my stride before COVID. After COVID? I'll never take for granted the gift of being able to train, ever again.

tl;dr Minor setback for a major comeback mothafuckaaaaaaaas