Morning Check-in:
This ol’ zombie was up at 5:15 after rolling around for about 6 hr 45 min. Got a solid 4 hr 31 min of sleep, with a 71% efficiency rating, which is an upgrade from yesterday’s disaster. Blood pressure was looking good this morning, sitting at 120/77. My HRV hit 52.3 today—much better than the mid-20s it had been lately. Not sure if that’s normal for mornings, but I’m keeping an eye on it.
Tried out a new app, Eclipse, to see how “ready” I was for the day. Turns out, I’m still slow on recovery, but it claimed my readiness was on point. I felt energized and ready to move, which is a shift from recent weeks where sitting and napping sounded way better than any sort of movement.
Driving to work, I noticed something: the first week of cardio had me stuck in Zone 1, but now I’m comfortably hanging in Zone 2 with short bursts into Zone 3. Progress? I think so. Every small win counts, right?
Afternoon Check-in:
Took a stroll with some co-workers after lunch, nothing major—0.46 miles in 12:26 min and burned 46 kcal. After that, I hopped on Mr. Nordrick Elliptical for another round of Boston City Walk on iFIT. Logged 1.24 miles in 21:41 minutes, burned 137 kcal, and stayed in Zone 2 for about 10 minutes. A nice easy walk to close out the day. Heart rate was sitting at 117 on average and peaked at 126, so pretty chill overall.
Evening Check-in:
Not much action tonight. Went to band practice for a couple hours, tackled some “life” stuff, and realized it was too late for more cardio or strength training. Prioritizing getting to bed on time since I’ve got another 5 a.m. wake-up ahead of me.
Still, feeling good overall, energy high, and I’d say I’m in about as good a mood as a zombie can manage. Bring on tomorrow!
I'm on a lifelong quest to find the perfect balance between strawberry smoothies and pizza slices. A self-proclaimed gym enthusiast who believes rest days are just as crucial as leg days—especially if they involve NASCAR racing. I lift weights, but only so I can justify my love for chocolate cake. When I'm not at the gym, you’ll find me riding dirt bikes or capturing the thrill of motorsport through my camera lens. Join me as I navigate the highs and lows of fitness, where progress is measured in reps, and cheat meals are a form of self-care.
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