Alive Again

That's how I feel this week. After not being in a gym since September, courtesy of tumor-induced migraines, I made my comeback on Monday morning at 4am. It was absolutely EMOTIONAL. I actually embraced my friend behind the counter and I cried in her arms. No shame in admitting that.

As an autistic person, I have a semblance of structure in my life again. Also, I missed the morning crew more than I knew. It felt so good being back. I had no intracranial pressure while training, as I was sure to use as light of weight as possible, focusing STRICTLY on mechanical tension.

I worked too hard on my cerebral palsy laden body for it to remain detrained and soft. It's time to get BACK to where I was. I'm still not out of the woods yet. But now, there's a greater sense of hope for me...