The Road to Bluegrass 7/17

One minute you’re walking with a cane, the next minute you’re weilding Mjolnir.

It’s been about a month since the last Road to Bluegrass. That doesn’t seem right to me but the blog isn’t going to lie unless the author writes it. So what the heck is going on?

Let me be real with y’all for a minute. I’ve not been so good. Yes, me. I smile and sing and dance and bounce around and bake and give pep talks and push people to be their very best. ME. Hell, even I don’t want to accept it but the truth is, mentally and emotionally I was exhausted and not in a fabulous place. I haven’t been since my Paps died. Without going into every pitiful little detail, just know that I’ve been freaking out on the inside about everything.


Last week we took a long weekend trip to Cincinnati and Lexington to go to an Aquabats concert, visit the American Sign Museum and hit the east side of the Kentucky Bourbon Trail. I’ll be posting photos here once I get them off my camera and processed, but just know that from Thursday through Sunday I didn’t run a single mile, I didn’t lift a single weight, I didn’t punch a single bag and I didn’t prep any of my meals.

Instead, I took a lot of photos, danced at a ska show, learned how neon lights are made, nearly drowned in the pouring rain, watched the Jerry Springer Show, toured four distilleries and one brewery, sampled 11 bourbons, four beers, two liqueurs and one rum, ate a breakfast burger, ate a Kentucky Hot Brown, had some homemade apple cobbler with ice cream, had an enormous glass of wine paired with a fig jam and prosciutto pizza, ate a bowl of spaghetti covered in chili and piled sky-high with cheese and…

…I slept.

I just rested and it was glorious. For four days I didn’t worry about anything. Not about my full-time job, not my personal training side job, not my upcoming trips, not my impending MMA training, not my upcoming half marathon, not the various dinner parties I’ve been pressuring myself to have, not the countless DIY projects I need to tackle at home, not building this new website and social presence, not coming up with original content to blog about, not making meal plans.


For the first time in over a month, I was free from all stress. I was rested and I had a positive outlook again.

Like I said, it’s been about a month since my last What I’m Doing update and that update said I was about to start week 3 of my program. I’m now starting week 7 and it looks like this:

  • Monday: 5:45am Boxing at TITLE
  • Tuesday: 3 Mile run
  • Wednesday: 4 Mile run; 7:00pm Boxing at TITLE
  • Thursday: 3 Mile run; 7:00 Kickboxing at TITLE
  • Friday: Rest
  • Saturday: 6 Mile run
  • Sunday: Cross-training (details below); 1:00 Boxing at TITLE

Cross Training – Phase 5, Week 5: Chest, Bis, Shoulders, Quads

  • Top of the Mountain Warmup Spin bike, 8 minutes: 1 minute each on levels 1-8, then stretch
  • Pull-Ups Set 1: 8 Pull-Ups
  • Circuit 1 – Dumbbells, 35% weight, 10 reps, 60s rest
  • Pull-Ups Set 2: 6 Pull-Ups
  • Circuit 2 – Repeat Circuit 1; 60s rest
  • Pull-Ups Set 3: 5 Pull-Ups
  • Circuit 3 – Repeat Circuit 1; 3m rest
  • Circuit 4 – Barbells, 90% weight, 5 reps, 60s rest
  • Pull-Ups Set 4: 4 Pull-Ups
  • Circuit 5 – Repeat Circuit 4; 60s rest
  • Pull-Ups Set 5: Max Pull-Ups
  • Circuit 6 – Repeat Circuit 4; 3m rest
  • Kettlebell Burnout – 100 Snatches
  • Bottom of the Mountain Cooldown Spin bike, 8 minutes: 1 minute each on levels 8-1, then stretch

Today was my first day back in action and I hit the ground running. For the last few weeks I’ve not even put my boxing gloves on during class, preferring to demo the moves sans-gloves and then spend the rest of the rounds donning the focus mitts so I can do one-on-one technique sessions with people. Today, I gloved up and jumped into my own class with everyone else. I did all the warm up, all the rounds, all the burnouts and all of the core session. It felt amazing. It’s good to be back.

I told my Man of Steel friend last night that I had fallen into the If I’m not being productive, I’m wasting my time trap and it eventually just caught up to me. “Thunder God, though I may be, at the end of the day I’m still Dr. Donald Blake and I need a cane to help me walk around.”

It’s a geeky analogy, but you get the point.

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