Road to Right: Justin’s accountability tour

 I’m trying out a new format on this blog mainly because the posts are already stream of consciousness so I figure why not just record them and do voice to text and then go back through and edit so we’ll try it out. who knows? anyways another combined entry. It started to bug me but at the same time it’s cause I’m caught up spending time with friends and family and all that. sometimes my life outside of this blog has to take priority over the life inside of it so here we are. what happened two weeks ago? I worked. I worked like three days that week and then went to Vegas for when we were young. Saw The Amity Affliction for the first time and a bit of my soul healed that day just screaming drag a lake at the top of my lungs. was an amazing experience to say the least. the rest of the bands on the main stage killed: Beartooth killed, Panic again was cool. It was cool. It was a good time.  Other stories in Vegas. I mean nothing much really stands out. Oh, we went to the medieval ...

 That didn’t take long at all. Here I was, worried that the adjustment from recovering/hermitting/funemployed to being on my feet all day slingin supps was going to be a drawn out and intensive experience. Naw dog, took 9 days of training. Few things going for me in this transition. For starters, I’ve been a customer at this place for years. I’ve been training in the process since day one man, the formal training was more of a refresher. It doesn’t hurt that i can pull a great conversation out of a brick wall. See we don’t sell shit or push products…we listen to your attack plan for your goal and recommend gap fillers. Oh what’s that, i love mansplaining to other gym bros already? Weird, anyways yeah training is going great. Dogs hate me tho, super not enthusiastic about not spending 18 hours a day racked out on the couch. As pictured below, this was his response to the fourth day i said “alright kids come on” at 9am. I lift in the morning before slate has to go to work, eat breakf...

 Yeah a Sunday. So it looks like this is number 4 or 5 skipped then combined entries, started a job this week and it shook the post surgery, recovery foundational game I’ve been playing for so long. By the time i wrapped my head around everything it was Thursday and I’m like “ah fuck it…again…just fuck it again.” But since i woke up way too early and i have a doozy of a window before work i figured fuck it, here we go. Last week was just weird man. And not this one that the Sunday is attached to, epi 39. Lots of appointments and lots of interviews. Honestly taking care your mental health feels like a job sometimes…never thankless tho. It do be out there servin purposes you know. In between everything was BJJ in the morning and at night. I’m getting on the mat on the 10th, it’s the three month surgery anniversary. Obviously not in a stupid way, no live rolling and shit just drill work while i keep putting emphasis on physical therapy and building some additional mobility and flexibi...