It was about a year ago this week I got out of hospital after lung surgery. And that was after three months of pretty debilitating illness, an illness that none of my doctors has ever really explained to me. I caught a cold somewhere in Newcastle, filling my chest cavity with an alarming brown fluid that my daughter described as the forbidden apple juice.
For a while there they were looking at lung cancer as a live option. I remember lying in that hospital bed, full of tubes, waiting three days for the hammer to come down.
Well, that was a year ago. This week I managed to do a barbell squat at 100 kilograms. In fact, I did 24 of them. I'm going to take that as a win. No, a hundred kegs is not Mount Everest.
You can see all sorts of people squatting multiples of that any day on YouTube or Instagram. But I remember one year ago I could barely get off the couch, and shuffling once around the living room counted as my daily exercise.
It was a bit of a worry there for a while. Good to hear it's turning into a brown smudge in the rear view mirror. Ha. Just re read that. Love a good scatological inference.
I used to dread the elliptical every morning. Then my dad got Parkinson’s. Stopped whining pretty quick. Look forward to working out every damn day now
One year after the forbidden apple juice.
Gosh that period seems like only yesterday, can't believe it's been a year already. Congratulations on your come back!
Keep that rate up and you'll be strong enough to empty a keg soon.
This is nothing to do with forbidden apple juice, but I just came across a line in a specification and thought you'd enjoy it.
It is “where the suspected criminal suspects are suspected”.
It was a bit of a worry there for a while. Good to hear it's turning into a brown smudge in the rear view mirror. Ha. Just re read that. Love a good scatological inference.
Keep well JB
Take care, your writing is needed in our crazy world
Well done that man!
Glad to have you back! What’s the chances of you squatting with an actual keg? That would be an achievement!
I used to dread the elliptical every morning. Then my dad got Parkinson’s. Stopped whining pretty quick. Look forward to working out every damn day now