Lifting weights has been a part of me for a long time; half my life actually. In the past fourteen years, the weight room has seen my absence on rare occasion. For instance, I was back in the gym five days after I tore my biceps tendon. I can clinically diagnose myself as an addict.
Now, I have known the value of rest and relaxation for quite some time. It’s necessary to rebuild muscle and purge the mind. I just haven’t willingly followed it for shit, until this week. Mace (a Dragon Eagle/friend) convinced me to lift for four weeks, then take a week off. It should give my joints and muscles a chance to recover, and yield better results in the long run. Well, this has been my rest week. All I have done is jiu jitsu, and I’m going bat shit crazy.
This isn’t rest and relaxation, it’s exercised induced delirium tremens. I don’t like it, but it is probably a necessary evil. When Monday comes, I will reignite my long standing, passionate affair with barbells and squat racks. I miss you, sweet heart.