I've been working with a new trainer. It's not a traditional trainer thing at a gym. He is a martial arts guy who has his own fitness program and I don't know if I can really describe how I met him and felt like I was in the presecence of the jedi master of fitness, the Yoda of physicality, and I bought in to his schtick hook line and sinker. That first day when Yoda was showing us around his place and babbling on and on in his thick spanish barely understandable accent he suddenly turned and asked Evan if he was a lefty. Evan said he was and asked how Yoda knew. Yoda gestured to Evan with his hand as if he was waving at what was completely obvious. At that moment he had me. I was sold.
I've been working and working super hard at Yoda's program.
Last Sunday I had to skip out of my morning workout early because I was getting light headed. Then I spent the whole day sleeping in between bouts of nausea and dizziness. Monday I called Yoda and told him I was too light headed to come in. He said that when I felt better around 5 maybe I could come in. I wondered what he meant by that and spent the day tolerating wave after wave of puckiness. I could not discuss deep fried turkey with the guy who is putting in my new workspace dropped ceiling. I could note scroll on my computer screen. The last wave happened when I picked Josh up from school and he insisted on telling me everything he knows about decapitation. (Which is amazingly a lot) Then around 5 in the evening I realized that I was fine. How did Yoda know I was going to be fine at 5 in the evening?
It's so crazy.
Today Yoda told me he thought the whole strange illness episode was from working out too hard and he took it easy on me. Could that be true? I womder.