The Sun Beat Me Up

7:30am: Whoops. I overslept my alarm so I had to do a shorter walk than normal this morning. I think the long day in the sun kind of beat me up and took a lot out of me. I slept like an absolute log last night and I can't really remember waking up even once. I did my normal "wake up at 6" thing, but I knew I could sleep in a little bit today. I just didn't plan on sleeping in as long as I did. My lungs felt a little tighter than normal when I first woke up and it was hard to bring anything up. I maybe got up two quarter sized globs before I left the house. I knew that I was going to have to push it to get the other crap in there up and out.

It was an absolute gorgeous morning out without a cloud in the sky. Jezzabel looked pretty fired up for her walk and was smiling from the get go. She probably remembered that she got done dumb yesterday and had to sit around in the house by herself. Unfortunately for her, today's walk was a short one, but I doubt she noticed.

I started getting a lot of stuff up on the walk. I was coughing so much that I had to back off the pace a little bit to make sure I wouldn't throw up. Most of the stuff was light yellow or clear. My lungs still feel a little tighter than normal, so I'm really going to have to concentrate when I do my nebs today.

Total Distance: 1.1 miles Time: 20'13"

3:00pm: We headed to the gym to do arms with the plan on doing a run/walk immediately after. Well that didn't happen because it is pretty darn hot outside and we'll have time to do one after the sun goes down. Today's workout was awesome, but it had nothing to do with what I did at the gym, but what I saw.

Mandi and I saw a younger man, and by younger I mean mid-20's, working out and replacing his weights after he was done with them. "Who cares?" you say, "What's the big deal in taking back weights that you have used?". Well I'll tell you. The dude had no right leg. And I mean, nothing. Nothing from the upper thigh down. I just sat there staring at him admiring his work ethic and dedication. You want to talk about no excuses and just doing life no matter what you're thrown. He's just one of many many reasons I can give as to why I don't complain about CF. I'm sorry if this offends you, but I'd rather have both legs and 50% of my lung, than 100% of my lung with 50% of my legs. Now maybe it's just me, but that dude inspires me. I mean, he literally hopped on one leg with a barbell in his hand to get to the bench he was working out at. I can honestly say that he motivated me to work out even harder today. And I know that he will never read this, but I just wanted to thank him for being so courageous and not letting a disability be his excuse to not just DO LIFE. Current Weight: 188 lbs.

9:45pm: So the night got away from me and I didn't end up getting a walk/run in. I did however get another cardio workout in. I moved a desk up 3 flights of stairs. I was literally dripping sweat like someone turned a faucet on that was attached to my forehead. The last time a sweat like that was when I ran on the treadmill at the gym a couple of days ago. Maybe I should work moving heavy objects up 3 flights of stairs into my workout?

Total Distance Walked for Day: 1.1 miles