Into Every Recomp, a Little WTF Must Fall

Week 3 started on solid footing — runs were happening, lifts were moving, and the daily rhythm was clicking into place. But no recomp journey stays drama-free for long.

Thursday:
The run felt surprisingly smooth — no mental walls, just steady movement. Sure, I got a hot spot on the ball of my right foot, but that’s just part of getting the running legs back. GMB was a wrist-killer, which is what happens when you’re 49 and doing positions that make your joints question your life choices.

Food? Forgettable. Scrambled eggs and a sandwich — fuel, not a culinary event. Energy was dragging thanks to a busy work week, plus trying to juggle certification study and journal projects, and the air quality right now is trash. But I still showed up. I’m not in love with running yet, but there’s a faint glimmer that I might get there if I keep at it.

Friday:
Sleep was a complete trainwreck — I was up multiple times through the night, then Ivy started horkin at 3 AM right under my spot on the bed. At some point I must have turned off my alarm, or I just forgot to set it, who knows, so I woke up at 5:20 wondering what year it was.

Back and biceps didn’t happen — the energy tank was bone dry — but I still got my GMB workand the daily dog walk in. Calves were still talking to me from earlier in the week (duck walks, I’m looking at you).

Even on a low-energy day, I didn’t just throw in the towel — kept the habits alive. That’s the real win.

Then came the cluster-fuck that is a DR test. What should have been a relatively painless 2 or so hours turned into a 13-hour overnight session. It all ended up working in the end, but that didn’t help me feel any better physically!

Saturday:
Got to bed at 8 AM, back up at Noon. No gym. No run. No careful food tracking. Just coffee, electrolytes, and enough snacking to keep the lights on upstairs. By the time it ended, Saturday was a write-off for anything but damage control.

The Scoreboard:

• Weight: 210.8 → 208.0 (-2.8 lbs)
• Body Fat %: 29.39% → 29.0%
• Waist: -0.27″
• Fat Mass: -1.6 lbs, lean mass dip minimal

The lesson? In every recomp, a little WTF must fall. You can’t dodge all the curveballs — weird sleep, work chaos, random pet disasters — but you can decide if they derail your whole week.

This time, I kept the wheels straight. The week still ended with progress on the scale, in the tape measure, and in the habit column. And that’s a win worth banking.

Still lifting. Still losing. Still showing up. Usually.