“You have a choice: have a nice day or fuck off.”
Most weekends, I meet up with my friend Archie at our neighborhood dog park. We sit, people and dog watch, and chat for an hour or so. It’s one of my favorite things, really; Archie is a smart guy so the conversation is always interesting. And there are puppies. A few weeks ago, there was a lady that apparently wan’t having a very good morning. Maybe she hadn’t had her coffee, yet. Maybe she has an old lady hip, too. Whatever the cause, it was pretty out of control. So Archie pointed out to her that, well, she could choose to make the day great or she could go pound sand. I found this to be pretty great at the time and applicable to all this rehab business, too. As I work on getting healthy again, I also have to focus on the positive, on the can. Not that can, you perv, the ‘can do’. The bright side. The coffee cup half full. So, I headed into this weekend with Archie’s mantra on my mind…
One discovery I have made is that I am going to have some free time, or at the very least, leftover energy with fewer, and less intense, training sessions during the week. Gotta refocus that energy on other spheres… This weekend it was finishing a book that’s taken me entirely too much time to read. And a perk of spending a nice chunk of your weekend reading? Afterpants, that’s what. So yeah, that was my weekend outside of the gymnasium. This is what the movement consisted of:
Every 5:00 do some handstands and/or handstand walks
Sunday’s Active Recovery/Rehab/Just Move:
+/- 5 miles walking around the lake with Bo
Feedback: Saturday’s Airdyne was particularly sweaty, which made it great. All the bodies in the gymnasium also made it more enjoyable – listening to the cadence of the barbells dropping while I creeped on the sidelines. The handstands felt good, though the “walking (forward)” part is still “in progress”. I focused on keeping my core engaged, my shoulders in the locked out position, and keeping my glutes and legs tight. I iced my back after all the PT exercises later that morning. Sunday… felt pretty good… until the last mile or so. My hip started to hurt a little bit and I was feeling a little pain in my right knee – I’m talking 1 on a 10 scale – just enough to notice it. While walking I tried to be more aware of my posture: hips under, glutes engaged, shoulders down and back. The down and back portion was a little painful just below my scapula on the right side.
I have a PT session with Dr. Dom tomorrow morning.