Sprained Wrist

I've had this sprained wrist off and on since my wedding. It feels like the pain one receives after supporting his head on his hand for too long.

At first I thought it was because my wife was sleeping on my arm. Then, I thought it was because I was sleeping on my hand. Now, I'm not sure what is happening. I woke up a couple nights ago with my hand stretched upward to the wall, pushing on it awkwardly with the back my hand. That was odd. The pain doesn't feel like arthritis or carpal tunnel. My joint isn't swollen, there is no bruising, only minor discomfort resembling the hundred times I've sprained my ankles playing soccer.

Last night was interesting. I decided to do a "strength" workout, which really means a "hate yourself for getting this fat in the first place" workout. A portion of the workout required push ups. At first my wrist was throbbing, but then it gave way and starting to cooperate. Towards the end I was able to do complete sets of push ups without having to fidget my wrist in the middle.

This morning I woke up to a painful wrist, but it is a different kind of pain. It was a good pain. The muscles, tendons or ligaments are soar from an actual workout. Maybe a lifestyle of working out will be a solution to this week wrist of mine.

Virginia Beach

The only time I've been to the Atlantic Ocean was when Joshua and I took the train from Central Station to Long Island in 2001. Back then I was stinking skinny. I was playing club soccer and other random soccer leagues, practicing 4 times and playing two full games (80-90 minutes) a week. Now, I'm fat. I play no soccer and pretty much do nothing at all during the week.

Spring is knocking at the door, begging me to do something about my weight. Back in 2001, I weighed 165 lbs and now I am pushing around 225. I need to act upon these simple desires to cut the fat. I understand there is no way I'll be able to maintain a 165 skinnyness unless I start playing 10+ hours of soccer a week, but I can shoot for a healthier, more maintanable, 190-195.

My goal is to be at the 195ish mark by Virginia Beach, July 5th. That means 30-ish lbs in three and a half months. Not too drastic if I don't say so myself. This should be a lot of fun and very challenging at the same time.

The motivation for making this decision comes from a combination of revelations I've had over the past couple of weeks/months. I was worn out while skiing, I am not about to fit comfortably in some of my clothing, and I am definately not as flexible as I should be. I want to make these changes so that I am healthier and am not restricted by my physical ability to do things any more. I want to be able to play soccer and ski the slopes not worrying about whether or not I will kill myself if I take a spill or get hit by a 250lbs defender.

I've started running on a sparatical basis. That will need to change, I need to run atleast three times a week for atleast 45 minutes each time. I need to start cutting back in my intake of nasty stuff. Yes, that include my favorite Dr. Pepper. I should adopt Dave's motto "I don't drink my calories." I also need to start a strength workout. I have the medicine ball, I have plenty of room for using it. I even remember my old torso workouts from soccer. There really is nothing holding me back from completing this goal (except for the fact that I'm lazy, but I will be praying about it).

There are people who try to do something physical every day. I like that idea, I think I might adopt it. Tonight, I am hoping to run 5 miles in 45 minutes. This weekend, I plan to go hiking.

Dr. Pepper, I will miss you. You have been a great friend. It is time, however, to move on and demote our relationship to the "acquaintance" level.