So today at the pool was fecking awful. That’s the only way it can be described. Did my 1k (in 27:30), 100m with the kick board and then got the hell out of there. I was just fatigued. Although I’m not sure it actually was fatigue, or soreness from the weights session that I did – more just that the thrashing about was much harder. Had a tendonitis click going on in my left shoulder which was while not actually hurting, uncomfortable and distracting. It was more that I was noticing it there, not that it was sore. Pain in the arse more than anything. It wasn’t at all that I was without motivation today – it was a physical thing. In a way I see this swim session as a good thing. After the first 200 I seriously would have considered packing up and going home – if it weren’t for determination to do the 1k – at a minimum. I made sure I was in there for at least 30 minutes. A bit of a win for me, over the pool, today. Sometimes it’s just hard.
Work was shit! At some times I really, really, hate my life. It’s like I’m just showing up and spending time there. The fucking stock is all over the fucking place. I had to count the bloody singlets about 15 times today as things weren’t included in the snapshot when they should have been and were when they shouldn’t have been. I finally said that I wasn’t doing it anymore and headed off to harass customers. I was helping a guy with shoes at the end of the day – he had a sore ankle for which he wanted plenty of cushioning. After talking a little bit, it seems that he had Plantar Fasciitis, or so I thought. He was surprised that I knew what was going on. I think I also surprised myself. Surprised at the amount of knowledge that I have, that I can talk to people about and the help that could have come from me sorting out what his issue was. I also briefly considered whether infact I should go into physiotherapy, and briefly considered looking up to see the requirements for an Ex. Phys. to do Phty at uni. But then I want to be a cop. That’s all I want.
After work I realised I’d forgotten the ipod (essential for gym cardio, or any cardio really) so headed home. Did some stuff on the treadmill to make up for the lack of swimming/gym cardio today. I did run intervals and was happy with how they went. I didn’t think that I’d got to the point where they weren’t an absolute bitch to get done – I guess I was wrong. Although I worked hard, I wasn’t anywhere near maximum, and felt stronger than I have previously.
30:30 - all at 4%
5 mins 11
5 mins 11.5
2 mins 11
Not 100% accurate as HRM wasn’t working the whole time I don’t think… It was fucking pissing me off, perhaps escalated by tiredness, but I felt some of the gear rage coming back. Bastard. Anyway, it was s pretty good session, even if the HRM fucked up. I also iced afterwards, which I need to start doing more often (and am going to start doing, nightly).
I’m not nearly as sore as I expected to be from the weights session that I did the other day. Perhaps the huge walk with golf helped that, perhaps also wearing skins while I was running tonight helped. I think that that might be a good way to take some of the DOMs away from my future legs sessions – stretching, rest and then some form of activity (preferably walking/golf) later in the day. Seems to have worked this time round.
More one glove tan tomorrow, along with a bit of training. Short game work.
