Oh haaaaaiiii. What’s up peeps. Been a while, and it’s well past time for an update.
The ascribed title is a bit of an unfortunate pun, but it seemed appropriate for the occasion: rekindling the bloggin’ flame aaaaand rejacking my foot up. Bad.
But I’m skipping quite a bit since the last time I posted, so let’s rewind….
I did the SoCal Tough Mudder in March. It was badass, and I managed to finish in 2:45, which I feel like isn’t too bad for a guy who’s only run, at most, 7 miles at any one time.
After getting back from SoCal, with a nice week and a half vacation and ragefest behind me, I got back into the swing of lifting heavy things. My buddy Drew and I took on a program known as the “603 PTP” which was thrown together by the same people who put together the Whole 30. Whole 30 worked well for me, so I figured I’d give this puppy a shot as well.
It was hard.
603 PTP was a deadlift and overhead press centric program, which I liked because while it focused on building raw strength, but it also mixed in a lot of metabolic conditioning along with it. During the course of the program, I got my deadlift back up to #400, and improved my strict overhead press from #145 to #165. Not too bad for a 37 day program!
As is my norm, I like to decompress and celebrate a little bit after completing a program or reaching a goal, so I did a week or two of moderate lifting with the plan to start another self-composed program that mimicked the 603 PTP, but with a different focus and some other tweaks added by myself and Drew.
But theeeeen this happened…
This is what happens when your friends convince you to play ultimate Frisbee after drinking 6 or 7 beers.
I initially thought I’d sprained it pretty bad. Ran around for another minute…. Then hobbled for another minute. Then stood there. Then sat down. Then drank another beer, then played a game of beerpong,…
Finally, after getting loads of what was most likely highly legitimate medical advice from folks around me, such as “I was premed, it’s just sprained” and “bro, you should just drink more”, I decided that the adult decision to make was to stop having fun and tend to the wounds.
Luckily, Patient First was just a couple blocks away, so I headed over there and was quickly told that what I had incurred was a “significant” break. As you can probably imagine, that put a large poop on my party.
Turned out it was bad enough that I needed surgery, and had to have a plate and a couple pins put in there.
Over the two months of brokenness that ensued, I did a few half-assed upper body workouts and a lot of feeling sorry for myself. Luckily, I got it together enough to work on the one thing I was fully able to: my nutrition.
So that means I did another Whole 30, 100% legit, no cheats. Felt pretty great and while I may not have been killing it in the gym, I felt pretty good about killing it come feeding time.
So now we’re here… Present day. Back to 100% as far as I can tell, with a slightly larger left foot, and a few pains here and there. Running again, squatting, deadlifting, and all the other goodness I’ve missed.
Tomorrow morning another 603 PTP begins. Drew got hurt before he finished the first round, so he’s hungry to give it another shot, and I’m happy to have a lifting partner to compete with and to motivate me…
That being said, I need to get to sleep asap. Game time is 6AM, so the alarm goes off at 4:45. I’m out peeps!