A new week, a new mood

After a weekend of sleeping (of the 48 hours of Saturday and Sunday, I slept for at least 26 of them), I think I am finally over the death-disease that I've been stuck with for the past month.  I don't want to speak too soon, but today I actually felt like myself.  Not only did I stay awake at work, but I was actually productive - a drastic change in comparison to last week.  Hopefully this means I'm on the road to recovery, in more ways than one!

While doing tonight's exercises, I finally began to feel "in touch" with what I was doing.  Not to go all yoga instructor on you here, but I could feel each individual area I was targeting actually working in each of my exercises (for the most part).  I could feel my psoas engaging and tiring as I did some very basic isometric moves.  While releasing my glutes, I could feel each nudge of the foam roller push out some of the tension.  The only one I have troubles with, sometimes, is working on engaging my glutes prior to my hamstrings while doing lifts in the prone position.  I think I can help this problem by recording the motion and watching it.  Hamstring firing is something that is relative easy to visualize.  Next time, or possibly tomorrow when I'm at my parents house.  This may be a good opportunity to get some posterior mobilization from my dad as well as an evaluation of my current plan.

Although it's almost bedtime, I can't resist watching more of this rain-delayed Pirates game.  I used to love watching Bucco's games...back in the day of Andy van Slyke and Jay Bell.  I remember Fransisco Cordova throwing a no hitter in July of 1997.  And I remember the bad years, although in less detail, because I got busy, the Pirates got worse, and well...I fell off.  I'm back, they're back, and it's all good.  Hats off, though, to the fans (some of my good friends) who stuck it out and stayed loyal through it all.  In the end, though, Let's go Bucs!

Gator swimmers at a game, 2008