Knockoff TRX

You know how sometimes u see a thing online and u think, “I could totally do that!”

And then it turns out to be a lil harder than u thought. . .

But u eventually figure it out. Sort of.

I'm grateful to have access to gym equipment again, especially in the safety of my garage. Gyms around here are open now, but the one I used to go to is closed for good. The one Paul goes to is full of people whose egos are largely woven together by thin strands of vanity and arrogance, which is a mindset I’d rather not acquiesce to any more than I already do.

I do miss running, though. I ran a half marathon in June - not an official one, just around the neighborhood, because I felt like I could. It was fucking awesome. Like, emotionally; not so much physically. I neglected strength training, even though I absolutely knew better; I guess I just thought, I’m pretty strong anyway, it will probably be a while before it catches up with me. And to be fair, I ran 13.1 miles before it caught up with me.

I’ve been running on and off for the past few months, seeing a physical therapist, an acupuncturist, but every time it seems like I'm good to go, some newly debilitating ache appears. IT band syndrome, hip impingement, bursitis.

But at least now I can do most of my favorite functional fitness movements at home. I still go with Paul to his gym for cardio because they have a rowing machine and a heavy bag. Luckily, these are not as coveted as a squat rack, so I don’t usually have to grunt or urinate on anything to claim one.

We’ve officially entered the season where my lips and fingernails turn blue and don’t go pink again until Spring, so I plan to keep my coffee strong, my heart light and my blood moving.