The last bunch of Thursday's I've been a slacker. But not tonight. Home. Changed. Inserted a movie in the computer. Pitch Black, if you were wondering. Spin.
20 minutes warmup. 45 minutes steady at 1.7 to 1.8 watts per goal Kg. 10 cool down.
I've had harder workouts, but I'm trying to get more consistent, and stay caught up on sleep.
Ironman Canada - DONE! What next?
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Relaxing swim. Relaxing yoga. A Loonie.
The new pool is a bit more crowded these days, but still not bad compared to the old one. I'm still working to get used to the cold blast of air across the lane I like to swim in. Which lane is that? The one where I can see the time clock after pushing off the wall. That helps me keep on time.
This morning I wanted to play a game. Every lap had to be faster than a minute, preferably about 58 seconds. I'd keep going without looking at my watch until my lap times started going up. That turned out to be 1K in 19:15. Then some kick, some pull, some sprints. Then some relaxing stroke, trying to feel the water way out in front of me, working on the very first parts of the catch, trying to slice into the water as perfectly as possible, and pulling as smoothly as possible. This was totally NOT a strength thing, it's all feel, communing with the water, feeling my balance, working with my breath.
Which as a good precursor to yoga. Normally I pant in yoga, breathing from the top of my chest for most poses. Tonight I managed to relax in the Warrior 1 and 2 poses, and breath slowly and deeply. It makes the pose much better, more relaxing. I think I'm beginning to get the hang of this yoga stuff. About time.
One of the things about getting old is that the money keeps changing. You get used to something, and it changes. The other day I was digging some change out of my pocket and this really bright coin with lots of weird stuff on it showed up. Everything was sharp and clear on it so I think it was quite new. I'd never seen one like it before. It almost looks Egyptian. I actually took a picture of it. Back when they introduced the dollar coin, I thought they were nuts to put a loon on the front. Why would you do that when you could legitimately put a polar bear on it? If people would just take my advice life would be ever so much better.
Turns out it's to "celebrate Parks Canada’s 100th anniversary. Features stylized land, air and aquatic fauna, varieties of flora, as well as a symbolic park building and the silhouette of a hiker framed by a snow-capped mountain range."
This morning I wanted to play a game. Every lap had to be faster than a minute, preferably about 58 seconds. I'd keep going without looking at my watch until my lap times started going up. That turned out to be 1K in 19:15. Then some kick, some pull, some sprints. Then some relaxing stroke, trying to feel the water way out in front of me, working on the very first parts of the catch, trying to slice into the water as perfectly as possible, and pulling as smoothly as possible. This was totally NOT a strength thing, it's all feel, communing with the water, feeling my balance, working with my breath.
Which as a good precursor to yoga. Normally I pant in yoga, breathing from the top of my chest for most poses. Tonight I managed to relax in the Warrior 1 and 2 poses, and breath slowly and deeply. It makes the pose much better, more relaxing. I think I'm beginning to get the hang of this yoga stuff. About time.
One of the things about getting old is that the money keeps changing. You get used to something, and it changes. The other day I was digging some change out of my pocket and this really bright coin with lots of weird stuff on it showed up. Everything was sharp and clear on it so I think it was quite new. I'd never seen one like it before. It almost looks Egyptian. I actually took a picture of it. Back when they introduced the dollar coin, I thought they were nuts to put a loon on the front. Why would you do that when you could legitimately put a polar bear on it? If people would just take my advice life would be ever so much better.
Turns out it's to "celebrate Parks Canada’s 100th anniversary. Features stylized land, air and aquatic fauna, varieties of flora, as well as a symbolic park building and the silhouette of a hiker framed by a snow-capped mountain range."
Monday, January 9, 2012
Felt like a broomstick had been
No broomsticks during the swim. 750 m, then water run, some (kind of) sprints, water run, some drill, and cool down. Fairly pleased with it.
The broomstick happened during the spin this evening. It felt like someone had taped it to my right thigh, from the outside of my knee to my hip bone. Weird. That whole muscle felt like a big solid lump moving slightly out of time with the rest of my leg.
Warmed up 20. 10 medium, 5 easy, 10 harder, 5 easy, 2.5 minutes really hard, 10 easy to cool down. Trying to concentrate on spinning, when my legs wanted to go up and down.
This is the first time in what seems forever that I've swum and biked the same day. I ought to sleep well tonight.
Here's the promised whiteboard christmas drawing. It started with the tree. Then some ornaments were added. Then the cat. Then some presents. The star. The fireplace, with detail gradually added. Then the words, which were filled in. Music. The banner. Ribbons and bows. I'm not sure when the little train set was added. Artists, LT, JH, KC, and SJ. Or so I'm told, I only know which are my bits.
Most recent reading. Although I disagree with the author's ideas. For a polar bear life is very simple. There are only two kinds of things in the world. Things to eat. Things to play with. Humans can be either, or both.
This is my current read. This is similar to books such as Guns, Germs, and Steel, and I like this kind of thing. Sometimes it's very small things that have a large effect, and once ahead, it can be very hard to catch up.
The broomstick happened during the spin this evening. It felt like someone had taped it to my right thigh, from the outside of my knee to my hip bone. Weird. That whole muscle felt like a big solid lump moving slightly out of time with the rest of my leg.
Warmed up 20. 10 medium, 5 easy, 10 harder, 5 easy, 2.5 minutes really hard, 10 easy to cool down. Trying to concentrate on spinning, when my legs wanted to go up and down.
This is the first time in what seems forever that I've swum and biked the same day. I ought to sleep well tonight.
Here's the promised whiteboard christmas drawing. It started with the tree. Then some ornaments were added. Then the cat. Then some presents. The star. The fireplace, with detail gradually added. Then the words, which were filled in. Music. The banner. Ribbons and bows. I'm not sure when the little train set was added. Artists, LT, JH, KC, and SJ. Or so I'm told, I only know which are my bits.
Most recent reading. Although I disagree with the author's ideas. For a polar bear life is very simple. There are only two kinds of things in the world. Things to eat. Things to play with. Humans can be either, or both.
This is my current read. This is similar to books such as Guns, Germs, and Steel, and I like this kind of thing. Sometimes it's very small things that have a large effect, and once ahead, it can be very hard to catch up.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
instead of going out for anniversary dinner
After such a busy day yesterday, I slept in till almost dawn today. The sunrise was nice so I had the phone capturing time lapse images, but it didn't turn out well, so I won't bore you with it.
Shortly after I ran easy 40 minutes, with a break every 10 minutes to walk briefly. My hip flexors were killing me. My feet were fine. It was windy enough to push me around, and make crossing some of the melting ice something to be done very cautiously. I did a good stretch before and after.
Part of the day was spent cleaning out and organizing my clothes drawers. There are still a few things around from my fat days, and somethings from before then. Here's a beautiful buffalo wool jacket I bought in Jasper in the very late 80's. I wore it a bunch of years and then I got too big for it. It's been in a storage box in the basement since the mid 90's I'd guess. It fits perfectly now. This pic is after coffee and before wine, so it's not me out of focus. Somehow, Linda's shots of me are often out of focus. No idea why.
One of the consequences of losing weight is buying new clothes. Another consequence of wearing clothes is that they wear out. There are some T shirts I really really like that are no longer fit to be worn in public, unless it's to mow the lawn or other work. Mostly the neck has frayed away, though many of them have holes. Sigh.
There are two bright yellow (well, not so bright anymore) that I bought in Grande Prairie during a work trip mid-90's, and they're still in great shape even though I've worn them lots. The only problem is that they were a bit big then, and they are huge on me now. I created a pile of clothes to go to the Sally Ann.
One of the things we used to do to celebrate birthdays (not that I've had one for a while) and anniversaries was to go out to dinner at a nice place. When I wasn't working that was an obvious place to economize. Well, we've lost the habit. Linda can cook at least as well as the chefs in the fancy restaurants, and it's way cheaper for us to buy the nice cuts and organic veggies for ourselves, than to buy them cooked and subject to the vagaries of ill-paid wait staff. To say nothing about the effing exorbitant prices that restaurants charge for wine! Holy crap, it's supposed to be wine with dinner, not the other way around, but you'd never know from their prices.
Probably my favourite thing to barbecue is rack of lamb. I picked this up during my errands yesterday. It's huge. In that photo below, that's a regular dinner plate that the marinade container is sitting on. Not sure how much it weighed, but it cost $57. Free range, grass fed, no antibiotics, organic certified. We will get 4 meals out of it, so it's not that expensive really. (Oh, L and S, if you're reading this, 3 guesses what I'm bringing for lunch tomorrow.)
Linda tosses a bunch of goodies together for the marinade and we let it soak for a while. This is what it looked like just before going to the barbecue.
Some people have seen this already on Facebook. It smelled heavenly! It was nice drinking some wine outside while tending the barbecue, since the wind had died down and it was almost warm. We had it with rice and corn, fresh buns from Yum to mop up the juices with, and a salty caramel tart for desert. Wonderful. Better than what we'd get from anyplace in town.
About the only other thing of note was taking down the Christmas tree and getting our living room back again. I think I'm getting soft in my old age. I used to be a capital B H, Bah Humbug kind of guy, but this year I enjoyed Christmas. One of the fun things was the evolving Christmas drawing on the whiteboard in the next office. If it's still there tomorrow I'll try to remember to take a photo of it, and that will be it for Christmas.
Shortly after I ran easy 40 minutes, with a break every 10 minutes to walk briefly. My hip flexors were killing me. My feet were fine. It was windy enough to push me around, and make crossing some of the melting ice something to be done very cautiously. I did a good stretch before and after.
Part of the day was spent cleaning out and organizing my clothes drawers. There are still a few things around from my fat days, and somethings from before then. Here's a beautiful buffalo wool jacket I bought in Jasper in the very late 80's. I wore it a bunch of years and then I got too big for it. It's been in a storage box in the basement since the mid 90's I'd guess. It fits perfectly now. This pic is after coffee and before wine, so it's not me out of focus. Somehow, Linda's shots of me are often out of focus. No idea why.
One of the consequences of losing weight is buying new clothes. Another consequence of wearing clothes is that they wear out. There are some T shirts I really really like that are no longer fit to be worn in public, unless it's to mow the lawn or other work. Mostly the neck has frayed away, though many of them have holes. Sigh.
There are two bright yellow (well, not so bright anymore) that I bought in Grande Prairie during a work trip mid-90's, and they're still in great shape even though I've worn them lots. The only problem is that they were a bit big then, and they are huge on me now. I created a pile of clothes to go to the Sally Ann.
One of the things we used to do to celebrate birthdays (not that I've had one for a while) and anniversaries was to go out to dinner at a nice place. When I wasn't working that was an obvious place to economize. Well, we've lost the habit. Linda can cook at least as well as the chefs in the fancy restaurants, and it's way cheaper for us to buy the nice cuts and organic veggies for ourselves, than to buy them cooked and subject to the vagaries of ill-paid wait staff. To say nothing about the effing exorbitant prices that restaurants charge for wine! Holy crap, it's supposed to be wine with dinner, not the other way around, but you'd never know from their prices.
Probably my favourite thing to barbecue is rack of lamb. I picked this up during my errands yesterday. It's huge. In that photo below, that's a regular dinner plate that the marinade container is sitting on. Not sure how much it weighed, but it cost $57. Free range, grass fed, no antibiotics, organic certified. We will get 4 meals out of it, so it's not that expensive really. (Oh, L and S, if you're reading this, 3 guesses what I'm bringing for lunch tomorrow.)
Linda tosses a bunch of goodies together for the marinade and we let it soak for a while. This is what it looked like just before going to the barbecue.
Some people have seen this already on Facebook. It smelled heavenly! It was nice drinking some wine outside while tending the barbecue, since the wind had died down and it was almost warm. We had it with rice and corn, fresh buns from Yum to mop up the juices with, and a salty caramel tart for desert. Wonderful. Better than what we'd get from anyplace in town.
About the only other thing of note was taking down the Christmas tree and getting our living room back again. I think I'm getting soft in my old age. I used to be a capital B H, Bah Humbug kind of guy, but this year I enjoyed Christmas. One of the fun things was the evolving Christmas drawing on the whiteboard in the next office. If it's still there tomorrow I'll try to remember to take a photo of it, and that will be it for Christmas.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Settling into 2012
Wed was the first yoga class of the year. Our regular instructor is still recovering. I survived.
I don't even want to think about Thursday. Friday was better for several reasons. My family doctor looked at the non-icky medical imaging, and agreed that I didn't have a stress fracture. He seemed to be under the impression he had ordered the tests, and was a bit puzzled he couldn't find the notes. In any case, he also cleared me to run, carefully.
It was also good in part because of this. New computer toys are always good. So much better than the two small monitors. Now I can see all the Sharepoint admin pages, and get a reasonable amount of working real estate.
I didn't spin in the evening like I had planned. This was waiting for me when I got home. Plus wine. Can you blame me? (I don't know why the pic unrotated itself.)
We ended up watching a movie made in 1949. Yes, more than 70 years ago. No, I wasn't around to watch it when it first came out, smartasses. One of the things I LOVE about the old movies is the short credits. I should have timed them more exactly, but the front credits can't be any longer than a minute, and the end credits are about 30 seconds. I don't care how big a movie buff you are, nobody cares who the caterer was.
The movie? Oh yes, Adam's Rib. It's showing its age, of course, but who can't enjoy watching Tracey and Hepburn do what they do best? Plus, all the hidden assumptions buried in the film. They had a servant. Their apartment is huge. The roads (in New York City) are essentially empty with the occasional huge car. People taking dictation. People dressing formally for a dinner party. And of course, the central driver of the movie, the roles of women in society. Men too, though they didn't realize that when they were making it.
Today was a busy day. Here's a quick summary. You'll to read from the bottom up. So sue me. Googles, tri shorts, Nuun, Parmesan Reggano cheese, pasta, salty chocolate tarts, buns, bread, rack of lamb, chick peas, kidney beans. You guess what came from where.
I was awake, so I headed off to Talisman and was in the water very shortly after 6. I was alone in the pool. Nice. Swam reasonably well for 750 m and then it fell apart. Kick, pull, drill, backstroke rounded out the swim part. Stretched really well doing water core and yoga. Hot tub, though it's not as nice as Renfrew. I'm going to have to ask why there is that blast of cold air blowing in from just above the door to the training pool.
Lots of the guys have tattoos, and I remembered last week I saw a guy with a huge parking meter tattooed onto his chest. I'm just not sure what that means. Surprisingly few M dots, though maybe I'm just swimming at the wrong times.
Zoomed around in a big circle, taking a slightly scenic route picking up various goodies. Waved to Kris and Sophia as I passed their house. I could swear I saw a sign for Illuminati Staffing at one point. I was amused watching someone try to deal with their car at the Kingsland Market. I didn't think he was going to get out of the parking lot. Back, forth, back, forth, frantically wrenching the steering wheel each time. Here's the route, done calmly and efficiently, except for the guy behind Tri It. (my fave triathlon store) who signaled left, and mostly turned left, before changing his mind and turning right to nearly hit me. Blue dots are where the stores are.
I was amused by a number of things today. Yum bakery at the Calgary Farmer's market is simply astonishing, but the line up is a bit of a gong show most of the time. Today, for instance. One girl had been peering in at the cabinet with her buddy. Believe me, the cabinet is well worth peering into! She picked out something for her buddy to get and said she'd wait in the aisle, and then stood up and turned around. We ended up nearly nose to nose. I hadn't realized she was that tall (wearing flat boots), and I don't think she was expecting anyone to be standing there, let alone anyone she couldn't loom over. We did that little side to side dance, then she was gone.
One guy at the pool was doing 25 m in 14 strokes and about 20 seconds. Could have watched him swim for a while.
As a guy, I'm liking the recent fashion of a shirt or sweater over leggings or yoga pants. It's a very good look for some women. But let's just say that a sweater short enough to show off leggings that are stretched enough to make it clear the undies are white and full cut, is not a good look. That's what mirrors or friends are for.
The south entrance to Kingsland is a bit of a hallway, with a left turn a few steps in. I've talked about this before, but what IS IT about doorways? Several people walked through the doorway in an acceptably purposeful fashion, then stopped without signaling their intent. I ended up wading through them.
Most people hold the door. Gender doesn't matter much. One pauses and holds the door for the next person, if they're only a few steps away. It makes me Grrrrrr when person one holds the door for person two, who slithers through quicker than a kid after a cookie or a boy's first time, letting the door close behind them. It's like they think the door has cooties. There I am number three, clutching at a door closing in my face. It's people like them what cause social unrest.
The roads and stores were actually much quieter than I expected. Maybe people are all shopped out.
I don't even want to think about Thursday. Friday was better for several reasons. My family doctor looked at the non-icky medical imaging, and agreed that I didn't have a stress fracture. He seemed to be under the impression he had ordered the tests, and was a bit puzzled he couldn't find the notes. In any case, he also cleared me to run, carefully.
It was also good in part because of this. New computer toys are always good. So much better than the two small monitors. Now I can see all the Sharepoint admin pages, and get a reasonable amount of working real estate.
I didn't spin in the evening like I had planned. This was waiting for me when I got home. Plus wine. Can you blame me? (I don't know why the pic unrotated itself.)
We ended up watching a movie made in 1949. Yes, more than 70 years ago. No, I wasn't around to watch it when it first came out, smartasses. One of the things I LOVE about the old movies is the short credits. I should have timed them more exactly, but the front credits can't be any longer than a minute, and the end credits are about 30 seconds. I don't care how big a movie buff you are, nobody cares who the caterer was.
The movie? Oh yes, Adam's Rib. It's showing its age, of course, but who can't enjoy watching Tracey and Hepburn do what they do best? Plus, all the hidden assumptions buried in the film. They had a servant. Their apartment is huge. The roads (in New York City) are essentially empty with the occasional huge car. People taking dictation. People dressing formally for a dinner party. And of course, the central driver of the movie, the roles of women in society. Men too, though they didn't realize that when they were making it.
Today was a busy day. Here's a quick summary. You'll to read from the bottom up. So sue me. Googles, tri shorts, Nuun, Parmesan Reggano cheese, pasta, salty chocolate tarts, buns, bread, rack of lamb, chick peas, kidney beans. You guess what came from where.
I was awake, so I headed off to Talisman and was in the water very shortly after 6. I was alone in the pool. Nice. Swam reasonably well for 750 m and then it fell apart. Kick, pull, drill, backstroke rounded out the swim part. Stretched really well doing water core and yoga. Hot tub, though it's not as nice as Renfrew. I'm going to have to ask why there is that blast of cold air blowing in from just above the door to the training pool.
Lots of the guys have tattoos, and I remembered last week I saw a guy with a huge parking meter tattooed onto his chest. I'm just not sure what that means. Surprisingly few M dots, though maybe I'm just swimming at the wrong times.
Zoomed around in a big circle, taking a slightly scenic route picking up various goodies. Waved to Kris and Sophia as I passed their house. I could swear I saw a sign for Illuminati Staffing at one point. I was amused watching someone try to deal with their car at the Kingsland Market. I didn't think he was going to get out of the parking lot. Back, forth, back, forth, frantically wrenching the steering wheel each time. Here's the route, done calmly and efficiently, except for the guy behind Tri It. (my fave triathlon store) who signaled left, and mostly turned left, before changing his mind and turning right to nearly hit me. Blue dots are where the stores are.
I was amused by a number of things today. Yum bakery at the Calgary Farmer's market is simply astonishing, but the line up is a bit of a gong show most of the time. Today, for instance. One girl had been peering in at the cabinet with her buddy. Believe me, the cabinet is well worth peering into! She picked out something for her buddy to get and said she'd wait in the aisle, and then stood up and turned around. We ended up nearly nose to nose. I hadn't realized she was that tall (wearing flat boots), and I don't think she was expecting anyone to be standing there, let alone anyone she couldn't loom over. We did that little side to side dance, then she was gone.
One guy at the pool was doing 25 m in 14 strokes and about 20 seconds. Could have watched him swim for a while.
As a guy, I'm liking the recent fashion of a shirt or sweater over leggings or yoga pants. It's a very good look for some women. But let's just say that a sweater short enough to show off leggings that are stretched enough to make it clear the undies are white and full cut, is not a good look. That's what mirrors or friends are for.
The south entrance to Kingsland is a bit of a hallway, with a left turn a few steps in. I've talked about this before, but what IS IT about doorways? Several people walked through the doorway in an acceptably purposeful fashion, then stopped without signaling their intent. I ended up wading through them.
Most people hold the door. Gender doesn't matter much. One pauses and holds the door for the next person, if they're only a few steps away. It makes me Grrrrrr when person one holds the door for person two, who slithers through quicker than a kid after a cookie or a boy's first time, letting the door close behind them. It's like they think the door has cooties. There I am number three, clutching at a door closing in my face. It's people like them what cause social unrest.
The roads and stores were actually much quieter than I expected. Maybe people are all shopped out.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Not a workout
No workout today. At least not so far. Maybe later. Thing is, I feel like going to bed now. So here's some other stuff.
The following is two things actually. One sees bizarre stuff during the festive season. This map shows the gas bar for our local Co-op. The blue circle show shows where cars line up and turn right to go south. The red line and arrow shows where a guy in a big-ass pickup barreled past us, going out the in lane, headed straight across 3 lanes, up and over the curb for the median, and accelerates hard going north. Idiot.
The markup was done in an iPad app called Skitch. It takes a photo, a map, a screen shot, and gives you a bunch of tools to mark it up, and you can save it a couple of ways depending on what you want to do with it. It's lots of fun to play with.
I walk through City Hall on the days Linda goes to work. You never know what's going to be there. It's the 100th anniversary of Calgary Parks and Recreation this year. This sculpture is a bunch of hockey sticks screwed together in a rough J shape. I also took video of it and will post that if there is a demand for it.
Just on the other side of a pillar is this sculpture that I think is really neat. It's from a Sistership Calgary Dragon Boating association, representing a symbol of teamwork, exercise, and survival to commemorate anyone who has been diagnosed with breast cancer.
Here's my latest read. I grew up reading Sherlock Holmes, and loved it. This is like a visit back to a beloved place. It's not quite the same, but it's pretty darned close. The story is told by Watson, in a style very similar to Conan Doyle's, with the theory being that Watson really wrote it and had it hidden for 100 years because it was "to monstrous to appear in print". Many of the characters show up, Mrs. Hudson, Mycroft, Lestrade, the Irregulars, one old "friend" in an unexpected role, and some new ones as well.
It's a fair mystery, in that if you've paid attention you'll be able to solve it before the end. And really there are two mysteries, so you get two tries. The atmosphere is pitch perfect. I really enjoyed it. If you like Holmes you'll like this. It's a fair addition to the canon.
The following is two things actually. One sees bizarre stuff during the festive season. This map shows the gas bar for our local Co-op. The blue circle show shows where cars line up and turn right to go south. The red line and arrow shows where a guy in a big-ass pickup barreled past us, going out the in lane, headed straight across 3 lanes, up and over the curb for the median, and accelerates hard going north. Idiot.
The markup was done in an iPad app called Skitch. It takes a photo, a map, a screen shot, and gives you a bunch of tools to mark it up, and you can save it a couple of ways depending on what you want to do with it. It's lots of fun to play with.
I walk through City Hall on the days Linda goes to work. You never know what's going to be there. It's the 100th anniversary of Calgary Parks and Recreation this year. This sculpture is a bunch of hockey sticks screwed together in a rough J shape. I also took video of it and will post that if there is a demand for it.
Just on the other side of a pillar is this sculpture that I think is really neat. It's from a Sistership Calgary Dragon Boating association, representing a symbol of teamwork, exercise, and survival to commemorate anyone who has been diagnosed with breast cancer.
Here's my latest read. I grew up reading Sherlock Holmes, and loved it. This is like a visit back to a beloved place. It's not quite the same, but it's pretty darned close. The story is told by Watson, in a style very similar to Conan Doyle's, with the theory being that Watson really wrote it and had it hidden for 100 years because it was "to monstrous to appear in print". Many of the characters show up, Mrs. Hudson, Mycroft, Lestrade, the Irregulars, one old "friend" in an unexpected role, and some new ones as well.
It's a fair mystery, in that if you've paid attention you'll be able to solve it before the end. And really there are two mysteries, so you get two tries. The atmosphere is pitch perfect. I really enjoyed it. If you like Holmes you'll like this. It's a fair addition to the canon.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Things can only get better from here, right?
Even though I was tempted to have a drink for a buddy who couldn't drink on New Year's Eve, I went to bed early. Short weekend and all. I'm not sure why, but my left hip flexor and some associated muscles have been really tight just recently.
On Sunday I was trying an easy spin to see if I could get them to relax. Not. My legs felt like wood, and I called it after only 45 minutes. Stretched a little bit before and a bit more after, but it didn't do much form me.
Monday I was in the pool again, with the lifeguards messing with my head about which pool was open for how long. I was really creaky and sore. My whole left side was unhappy about walking, and feeling the same about swimming. Clunky and cranky, out of breath, and little water feel at all. Some kick, pull, finger tip drag, fist, backstroke. Some struggle, flail, and thrash to go along with it.
At work I was trying not to just sit all day. I was looking forward to the desk drop races (I'd figured out a killer handicap) but no, not today. Maybe first thing tomorrow.
By the time the day was over I was feeling much less creaky and did a good stretch and twist session. My hips are still tight.
Bed early tonight. Things will be better tomorrow.
On Sunday I was trying an easy spin to see if I could get them to relax. Not. My legs felt like wood, and I called it after only 45 minutes. Stretched a little bit before and a bit more after, but it didn't do much form me.
Monday I was in the pool again, with the lifeguards messing with my head about which pool was open for how long. I was really creaky and sore. My whole left side was unhappy about walking, and feeling the same about swimming. Clunky and cranky, out of breath, and little water feel at all. Some kick, pull, finger tip drag, fist, backstroke. Some struggle, flail, and thrash to go along with it.
At work I was trying not to just sit all day. I was looking forward to the desk drop races (I'd figured out a killer handicap) but no, not today. Maybe first thing tomorrow.
By the time the day was over I was feeling much less creaky and did a good stretch and twist session. My hips are still tight.
Bed early tonight. Things will be better tomorrow.
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