Rebuilding Process

Operation Regain Fitness is in full effect (along with everyone else who had a New Year's Resolution it would seem) especially since I'll get a week without radiation beamed at my body and the chemo is out of my system. I renewed my gym membership and Friday and today ran and lifted at my bare bones gym. My head under the florescent lights at the gym makes me look like Dean Pelton from Community (see below) and you can't see the good layer (and by layer I mean millimeter) of peach fuzz I have.

Although,  his arms are bigger than mine. But, hey that's why I'm back at the gym. On Friday my workout attire made it pretty clear as to why my head is bald (NFL hot pink breast cancer awareness shoelaces, under armor t shirt with giant pink ribbon across the entire back and hot pink sports bra). It was pretty much like having "Yup, I'm fighting Breast Cancer" emblazoned across my shirt but with symbols instead of words. 

Because there are patches of ice around my house I have started back running on the "dreadmill". I knew I was running slow, but when the machine tells you the pace, that hurts a runners pride.  This morning while at the gym at 7:15 am and despite there being well over 20 other treadmills open some dude came in and got on the treadmill directly on my right. Yes, way to challenge yourself man trying to keep up with the bald woman.

This is probably the least amount of weight I have ever lifted since I started lifting weights. I'm trying to keep it realistic (and lets be real I'm pretty week), but I was totally afraid to do the bench press. Knowing that my pectoral fascia had been removed during surgery my overactive imagination had me afraid that while benching I would totally tear the healed area and then my arm would fall off and spray blood Quinton Tarantino style all over the gym. Also, think I need to stop reading Game of Thrones as it seems to be affecting my imagination. I am happy to report that my arm and body are still intact after weight lifting twice so far.

Here's the energy level (and song that pops into my head) as I enter the gym:

After the gym my body feels like this Michigan player:

 

Either way it's progress. Now to work on the staying awake past 7:55 pm....baby steps.