My sister and I are always accusing each other of becoming our father and my behavior as of late (and more importantly, the failings of my body as of late) make me think I’m headed down that path. I was sick this weekend with no severe symptoms but my head hurt and I felt “off” enough that I skipped going to the gym. After walking down to the dry cleaners and having lunch, I decided to take a short nap. Five and a half hours later, I figured I wasn’t completely well. Today I had other vague symptoms at work like light-headedness. If I could just have a fever or a runny nose (and no, I don’t want either) I would know that I had some ailment I was more used to. I even went to the gym and was closer to throwing up than I ever remember being since college when I had the bright idea to push hard on the bench press and squats in the same workout. Fortunately I had the sense to half-ass it the rest of the time I was there, though for me that means going heavy and going slow in a workout meant to be a lighter sprint. I like being contrary.

So in summary, weak, old, maybe a little sick, and it’s Monday. Need to step it up if I’m going Gangnam Style.