I have a brain injury, that means I forget some things easily, repetition helps. More frequent resistance exercises would really help my brain remember my muscles, growthem, etcetera.
I weight train with people associated with my house about 3 times per week, my high school buddy usually once a week, and maybe other times with my church buddy would help.
What's the best way to get to Carnegie Hall? Practice, practice, practice. Parallels abound.
These past few weeks since I've started not using my splint/ utilizing my left hand more, had seen marked reduction in my tonal spasticity. I'm minded of the phrase how did you get better at doing anything. As is Nike's slogan, 'just do it,' enough would make sense for the good of fleet feet.
My Right-Hand-Man, with whom I exercise, I did not exercise today, under the weather this morning. And my long-time, with whom I regularly weightlift on Sundays, sms'd that he was feeling under the weather; do, tomorrow's probably a non-starter. And I'm telling a slight tickle in my throat. So, I guess it's them, me, and the virus for a hat trick.
Recently I made the decision to discontinue my botox-treatments. They weren't helping enough. On a cost benefit analytical level, the relaxation benefits did not justify the global sickness that the injections caused me. (side effects) To mitigate the inevitable tightness (muscle tone, spasticity) I shall rest on the crutches of weightlifting and stretching. Both reduce the spasms.
Saturday my Right-Hand-Man and I went to Target (yes I'm talking full advantage of the RedCard for which I was recently approved) and made some purchases. I got an Amazon Firestick. Without it, I can't even watch 'free' TV, thanks to the technology revolutions. Sure 'tis am improvement, but it seems slightly onerous that it was imposed on me by the heavy hand of government. As a Libertarian-leaning-Conservative Republican, coerced change rubs me the wrong way. Too few options for my wont.
As of a few weeks ago, the house has been infiltrated by an invasion of bedbugs. Friday (tomorrow), a crew of exterminators will bug bomb the house. The rest of the house will be going out for a handful of hours (movie, mall, park, I dunno, I'm not interested); I will be going 3 doors east to visit my aunt. I would rather stay close to home, take life easier, savor every moment.