Day 8 - Sunday: 7 workouts, 8 days
I had totally planned to work out Sunday morning...but remember that soreness problem that I had yesterday?
Yeah, it was Advil for breakfast day today. Lurched through the day today with all my weight on my right leg and couldn't ever quite nail down which muscle it was that was that was making me walk like someone hacked off my leg and stapled a baseball bat into its place. So much for working out; there'll be none of that action until I see my chiropractor.
Day 9 - Blue Monday: 8 workouts, 9 days
Bah. Blue Monday indeed! But not 'cause it's January or 'cause of credit card bills, and anyone who's bummed about that stuff today can bloody well sack up and accept that winter is cold and Christmas is expensive. Or I could give them a punch in the face...'cause then I'd feel better and they'd actually have something to cry about! Ha ha.
Couldn't get in to see Dr. Rod Beauchesne, my amazing magician/chiropractor until after the window of opportunity to work out was closed...and since missing another workout is totally unacceptable, I spent a little over an hour on the spin bike. And you know what? It was actually pretty enjoyable. That workout goes out to Dr. Rod, because he plays a big part in keeping me doing the things I love doing. When he's not trying to kill me.
The verdict today was that I've strained my psoas and iliacus, a couple of really deep core/hip flexor muscles. It's gonna take digging underneath my hip crest and massaging it daily to work the kinks out...which is going to test my pain tolerance. And I'm always up for some pain!
Day 10 - Tuesday: 10 workouts, 10 days! Back on par.
Light upper body workout, soft tissue work
Tkd class
Oh hell,who am I kidding? There was no light upper body workout. There was, however, an ego-based, impatience-driven, poorly-thought-through test to see if I can still bench press what I could before I got injured. Definitely wasn't very smart and it hurt lots, but guess what? I still can! Yesss!
Also notable is the large bruise I'm growing on my abdomen from pushing a stick handle through my abs to reach the injured muscles. Might get a picture later this week...but it's helping. Regaining some control over my left leg, now just have to keep at it and deal with the secondary problems that are cropping up because apparently I've joined the Ministry for Silly Walks.
It bears mentioning here that this aging thing is a load of shit.
Whoa, there! Before you all get all uppity on me, I know that thirty-five isn't that old. I never said it was. But, from an athletic performance standpoint, the cold hard reality is that at thirty-five you really do have to start spending more time focussing on injury prevention. Or, if your ego can't handle that (ooh! Ooh! Me!) and you end up injured (and let's face it, most of us do anyway), then good injury management becomes even more essential to life. Because, if I can quote a friend of mine who has been teaching karate for many years, in adulthood you can choose the pain of development, or the pain of degeneration.
Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says different is selling something.
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