Finally, my Christmas / New Year break is over. The gym was closing for a couple of weeks, but, as always, I had some troubles getting back to my P.T. The resulting two and a half month break devastated all my previous achievements…
Before I left the gym for Christmas, I weighted about 109 kilos and could run 3 kilometers for the first run, and another 1 kilometer after a short break. Today, when I got back to the gym, I weighted an ugly 116.5 kilograms. My running was even worse. After half a kilometer down the way, I noticed a really old woman in black coat with a hood over her head running nearby me. When I approached 1 kilometer, this woman picked up a really scary scythe, whichLe but de poker. was standing against the wall nearby. At that precise moment, I decided to stop.
I went downstairs for some belly pain. Here I managed to catch up with my previous results of 4 attempts of 30 exercises (whatever they are called), and then another 3 attempts of 10 other exercises. I had to take longer breaks though, and it was more painful than I remember it used to be.
Going back upstairs for the second run, I felt really tired. And noticed that the woman in black was still there, and still with the scythe in her hands. She looked like she was waiting for someone, so I decided to skip it this time.
Overall summary: 116.5 kilograms of fat, bones, and flash. 1 kilometer jog is almost fatal. That will need a lot of work to get back to the previous state. And considering that the previous stage was far from perfect, it feels like there is really a lot of work ahead of me… Ouch.