[I’m behind on replying to your comments. My apologies.]
Day Two Results
Time Walking: 4 hours, 37 minutes
Steps taken: 10,850
Miles walked: 2.93
Calories burned: 652
Body weight: Didn’t check. It’s only been one day.
I overdid it yesterday and the CF gods punished me for my hubris.
I didn’t feel so hot when I woke up this morning, and I had some mild hemoptysis (lungs opening up yesterday? Desatting?).
My lower back is sore and my ass hurts. And my calves feel like someone whacked them with a cricket bat (that’s for all the Brits who read my blog while sitting on the can).
My wife wasn’t surprised when I told her my results yesterday and how I was hurting today. “You always overdo it, don’t you?” she said, or something close to that. Yes, I do. And I completely ignored the advice everyone gives about starting out slowly on your treadmill desk, which you’ll ignore too when you get yours. (You know who your are.)
So, overall, I was in pretty bad shape today and had to walk at a snail’s pace throughout the day. Yet, even slowly, I put some miles behind me. And I got my work done.
After dinner, my wife was amazed, yes, amazed, when I got back on the treadmill to work and didn’t sit down. Wasn’t I tired? Yes, I was, but that’s exactly it: the treadmill improves energy, the chair doesn’t. I’ve had it backwards all of these years.
Key lessons learned:
For the second day: the more the complicated the work, the slower I have to walk. It takes concentration to walk on a treadmill and keep your balance. Reaching for a pen or nebulizer while on a moving belt is like that moment where you slip on a wet floor but catch yourself just in time. Whew, that was close. Now I know why the treadmill I have has a speed limit of 4 mph.
You can’t pace back and forth on a treadmill, but you can dance. I did spend time pacing back and forth a lot today, but not on the treadmill. Rather, in my house, as work was a stressful, solid 11-hour day.
Here’s today’s work joke: How many [insert your job title in plural] does it take to screw in a light bulb? One, and nine managers, GMs, and VPs to tell him/her nine different ways it should be done and take credit for it when it’s finished.
Ah, corporate life and decision-making by committee. Delightful.
Keep on trucking.
Dear Madman of LAShire
I am going to direct all the women in the world that say men can’t multi task to this post, great job you madman! Only in Lalaland.
Good news about the podhaler, if you remember, the first interaction that we had on twitter was about this drug when Lauren was trialling it about 7 years ago.
Sir Sean of the Ice Lands,
No woman has ever said I can’t multitask. They’ve said I can’t multitask well because we all know women think they are the best multitaskers, which is why I’m always turning the gas stove off when my wife forgets.
Have we known each other for 7 years? And not one anniversary gift from you? I’m hurt.
Dude, you’re nailing it! No way I could concentrate and not fall on my face while working and walking 🙂
You’ll have to let us know how you like the Podhaler. I’m hoping the delivery system positively impacts the concentration of the drug in our lung.
You should get one. You’d love it. It’s better than I ever expected.
I’m hoping the podhaler will do all that you hope. Not sure yet. Like the not boiling nebs part. And the no frig part. We’ll see.