I’m an assistant coach for Nathan’s Upward team this year. We just came back from our first practice of the season.
Honestly, initially I signed up to help, but also significantly because I wanted to ensure that Nathan got this particular coach of whom we think an awful lot. But it’s also become partially because I’m considering volunteering to be a head coach next year and want to learn.
Now mind, I’m getting more exercise now than I ever have in my adult life, but most of it is walking. Tonight’s exertion was relatively brief but definitely vigorous, and I didn’t prepare enough for it. Even now, when I got up from my office chair, there was a slight twinge in the backs of my calves. It was neither comfortable nor all the way to painful. I think it’s foreshadowing, though. I distinctly heard my calves say “ooooh, I’m gonna get you in the morning, you stupid son of a…” Maybe I’ll put some ibuprofen and a glass of water on my nightstand, take them when I wake up, then snooze for 20 more minutes.
It’s good timing for me to get more active, really. I’ve not full-on regressed, but part of me has apparently decided he’s just delighted with languishing in the upper 260s instead of going hammer-down and starting the major loss again. I won’t call it a plateau, because I know why it’s happening. (Isn’t it a plateau only when you really are doing all of the same things but not losing?)
I was so fortunate to be up only a half-pound at this morning’s weigh-in, when it was a fairly undisciplined four days preceding. Time to build on that unexpected blessing.