day 1692 – indian wells

the amount of output yesterday got me and my body good so i decided it was a sunday worth letting my body recover a little. so many body parts are currently quite shattered so taking time off for one or maybe two days isn’t too much to ask for. even if i forced it, i would only be half assing my designated heavy leg day. instead, i spent like how most people treat sundays, relaxing and watching indian wells finals. i’m very disappointed federer lost the match, but he just wasn’t on his game from the beginning


day 1685 – board cuts

the aftermath of a blackbelt test i didn’t want to work. it didn’t bode well from the beginning and only got worse when i’m told by the grandmaster to hold a board when he knows very well my hand isn’t healed for it. it really has become a hostile environment i’m tired of bearing his unreasonable and unethical ways. it has caused me too much grief and too much sleep and i’m no longer willing to go the distance to suit his needs while i sacrifice my happiness. either his attitude has to change and respect has to be there, or that’s the end of an era

day 1661 – gstrings revampedĀ 

four months is a long time to go without having played a dodgeball game. my thumb is heavily taped up and ready to get this season underway. as expected, i was rusty with my throwing, catching and timing. i’m in no position to complain because just being on the court with my teammates and friends is a luxury i haven’t had in far too long. i never take being able to walk on and off the court unscathed for granted. i know that with play, slowly but surely i’ll work my way back into my game form

day 1638 – gift of guava

apparently i needs to catch up on the world of fruits because a guava looks like a pear but taste or feel nothing like one. cut open the guava a fellow colleague left on my desk but didn’t end up liking it; at least i tried. back to the norm at work today – no tsunami warning kept my member at home, and no unreasonable deadline came my way. i am very glad i went in for a pit stop at chiro yesterday. my hip is feeling way better and up to par now. at least i can sleep at night without a heat pad and don’t have pain each time i sit down or get up. good call on getting it fixed before i head out to baker 

day 1602 – cleaning up

the day has come for i tried my first in a long time and it brought so much joy to my heart. what a great feeling it was to be able to power clean without any pain in the thumb, though not without some adjustments to protect it. though i must say that’s no indication my thumb is healed and ready for other things. it’s simply bettered to take on some vibrations as opposed to alarming spasms the last time i tried. it’s good to see my technique is still there. as i slowly make my way back to my routine work, i have no doubt my routine play will come back to me soon. it’s been much longer than anticipated, but soon i’ll be able to proudly stand tall for what i went through was nothing most people can compare to

day 1588 – gymery

though not cleared for most activities i do, the surgeon has given me the okay to be here. my gear was ready and my bag was packed while i waited for his signal. it’s the first time in over two months i could legitmately be here in my happy place doing the happy things. a stupid setback happened due to my impatience and inability to stay put. i thought i was okay, i wanted to be okay, but only after exerting it did i find out it was still premature


day 1543 – muggy days

a whole week of wet and muggy weather further dampens my already bad mood at the moment. day fourteen of being in a splint and i can’t help but feel very depressed that i can’t do seemingly basic things. others just see me as being grumpy; it’s hard for anyone to understand what it means to me to be on the sideline missing out what i love doing. i’m doing everything to the best of my abilities, and that makes people forget how much pain and inconvenience i’m in. the countdown continues, but the thought of taking the risk is always on my mind