After two crappy days of rain here in
the Costa Rican rainforest Columbus, we had a clear day. So I went out on my training run/walk. It started out okay. I was feeling good, and I was moving well. Then, about two-thirds of the way through it, my right calf cramped up but good. It felt like someone stuck a fork in the muscle and twisted it like they were picking up some spaghetti. I stopped, walked around a little, stretched a little, and tried to start back up. Yeah, that’s not gonna work. So I limped my fat ass home, about a 10-minute walk.
Do I know what caused it? Yeah, I do. Something that everyone warned me about, but I was too stubborn and/or stupid to pay attention to. I didn’t stretch. Yes, I know. Stop. You too, Angela. I can hear you from all the way over there.
You can bet your ass that on Tuesday when I do this again between classes, I’ll stretch first.
And for now? Ow. Shower time, followed by some Sombra, probably (which, if you’ve never used it, you need to get for your “Hi, I’m old!” aches and pains. Smells better than your normal sports creams and is nicely tingly). Then I Am Legend. Then maybe some video games. Or homework. Probably homework. *sigh* It’s a never-ending battle.