I rode my trainer last night in the basement, about 60 minutes. Maybe 18 miles. Modest workout. Forced myself up this morning and went to the Y downtown and swam. My pool is growing in popularity with the local triathlete crowd. There were three of them there, with big developed shoulders, but poor flip turn skills. They were trying though. I swam 1,500 yards. Did some 4x50 free style sprint at the end to push my heart a little. All seemed well.
Running. I need to start thinking positively about running again. Happy thoughts. I ran a few times last week and had a tight calf for a few days - the old left calf problem I've been dealing with for years really. I probably need to go to physical therapy and have them scrape it out. Ever done that? I had my IT band scraped a few years ago - fibrous band that runs down your leg from the outside of your hip to knee, probably one of the most common running problems. Other than plantar fasciitis. Anyway - it's horrible. I can still remember my nice young physical therapist talking about something she made for dinner the night before as she scraped something similar to a large plastic spatula deep into my inflamed tendon. The pain is worth it though - the break down of tissue is replaced with healthy tissue, or so I think. The moral of the story: keep active. I had to go through all that stuff because when I got serious about exercise again I'd been sedentary for too long.
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