Went to the hospital lab first thing this morning and did a kidney ultrasound to make sure death isn't imminent from my slightly elevated creatine levels.

The lab technician: "Do you know what could be causing your high creatine level?"

Me: "I take creatine."

Lab tech: "Oh, that would explain it."

 

The tech commented during the scan that everything appears fine to her, but we're waiting on the radiologist report to confirm it.

 

Knowing that I could drop dead at any moment and I'd better do everything in life I've always wanted, I went to the boxing gym after work and had a decent partner-centric session where we took turns throwing combos while parrying, blocking, and slipping. Class size to room ratio was an annoyance again: kept htiting my feet against the guys on either side of me throughout the entire class, and then had to share a very light punching bag at the end that went flying in either direction when I'd hit it. At least I got to put my new gloves to use, which felt awesome to hit with.

Back has been feeling really good this week. I've been using the reverse-hyper a lot more, and I think I'm discovering that's the key to it: consistency.