Day 16: Pop goes the Weasel

The Email: CM,

We got a nice little run workout for the AM. I want to to start off by jogging a mile away from the house. Please do the rest of the worlds mile distance and not your own... 

Yesterday you declared the "belly crawl" was over a mile. Total distance you crawled was 550 yards or 1,650 feet. 1 mile is 5,280 feet so captain dramatic it was .31 miles. Still proud of you but just saying. 

Once you complete the warm up choose two telephone poles to sprint between. Do 1 sprint between the two poles and rest 20 seconds. Repeat sprint in the opposite direction then rest 30 seconds. Add 10 seconds after each sprint until we hit 10 total sprints then jog home. 

BOOM

The Equipment:

Yes that is a 5 gallon bucket of ice in the equipment area. Yes, its Monday. Yes...I hurt myself. 

Is it me or are Monday's this crappy for everyone? Maybe we should just eradicate them altogether. Quick run, couple of sprints, and quick run back. 

Since our baby was born, I have elected (voluntarily I might add) to sleep on the couch. The thought was to allow me to get a full night's rest while the cradle was in our room, and allow my wife to get as much sleep as possible without me snoring in her ear. Well, after only 2 weeks on this program, I'm snore free and back to helping out when applicable. Needless to say, I was unprepared last night for a 2:30 am feeding and 5 am feeding and got off to a late start this morning, pushing my workout to this evening. 

I left the house ready, M&M on Pandora, hating on the world. Somehow, a comedy skit about having sex with a minor and not using a condom broke in (no pun intended) about 1/2 mile in; not really sure who it was either. It distracted me enough that I ran past my predetermined "its cool, your under 10 minutes for this mile, why don't you walk a bit" spot and I made the first mile in 9:50; almost 30 seconds faster than my best. The mile marker was a perfect spot too. Huge sidewalk in front of a warehouse closed for the night. I stopped my jog (Silent J), did a last minute stretch, and hit my first sprint hard. It felt good. I rested the 4 minutes Sully suggested (just kidding Sul, it was a walk to the last pole, turn and sprint) And was back on it. Half way between poles on this sprint, I felt a strong "POP" and the sensation you get from being shot by a pellet gun (yes, having the friends I did as a child, I know what that feels like) Rang through my right calf, hitting me with such force, I nearly lost my balance and fell to the ground. My first though was of the runner CPC posted about a few days ago, and a quick fear that I really hurt myself ran through me (probably at a faster pace than my sprints were!) I quickly called Geoff and was told to go home, Ice bath the leg and take some motrin.

Now, healing and recovery are all covered at CPC pretty well, but explanations may need to be worked on for future virtual subscribers; For example, here is a string of texts to consider:

CM: Ice bath, Check. 2 Motrin, check

GS: When ice bath is over do passive range of motion... alphabet with your toe.

CM: Do I need the ice anymore?

GS: Yes. Again in 1 hour.

CM: Ok. Wait, Uppercase letters or lowercase?

GS: 1 of each now you *explicit*

CM: lowercase hurts more, if that helps with your analysis

As you can see, there is a difference in writing the alphabet with your toes. I didn't even bother to suggest cursive! So my night is now being spent soaking in my makeshift ice bath, scribbling the writing of Plato with my toe, like Daniel Day-Lewis in My Left Foot:

(its an old photo, taken before my recent Pedi)

Oh, and I met the werewolf from the other night again:

Turns out it was a Puggle, with big fangs, like a werewolf Puggle, or a werepulggle. I hear they grow 6 feet tall when approached by strangers after dark.

Tomorrow's workout should be interesting considering today's circumstances. I'll be sure to report earlier than these last few posts, as my schedule should be back to normal.

Till then, BOOM!