So I thought I would die but eventually that would pass. And things started coming into focus. And then Saturday I felt great. I was wide awake. At 1 am. The thing was, without my caffeine crutch, I had to take care of myself and get sleep. I had no way to survive otherwise because I would shut down like you hit my power button. Which actually happened while my friend and I were at a coffee shop. I laid down on the bench and went to sleep. But 7 days in and I'm full of energy. Though I'd drink coffee again in a heart beat.
Ramblings about my evolution as a person, athlete, injured athlete and back