Friday evening: I was freezing. I noticed my second commuter walk of the day was a chore.
Saturday morning: death. Negative COVID test. I skipped going to a basketball game that I had a front row seat for.
Saturday evening: better; I was actually able to eat something. I had gone from “death” to “reasonable bad.”
Sunday morning (today). Felt good enough to get 30 pull up reps and a slow as hell 5K walk (16:40 pace) and I started to feel even better at 2 miles.
Note: my back did NOT like laying down all day Saturday, but it couldn’t be helped.
This week: I had better EASE into it, gradually. This will be a M, W, F walk, Tu, Th, Sat lift and maybe heavier deadlifts (by my pathetic standards) on Sunday.
Life of an old goat 