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.
drinks. Obviously, from that ultra quick run down, all the good work from last week was nearly undone with the diet and booze blow out of the weekend. I’ve really got to tighten up on the control thing here. One night in at the rellies, as one night a week on the booze is well enough for me while I’m working hard at what I’m doing.
I think the party on Saturday somewhat made up for it. It was a cracking night. Everyone made a really big effort with the costumes; so everyone fit in great. When we first walked in it was actually a little difficult to recognise people cause of the get ups & the wigs. Just about everyone at the club has short hair, but they were all in long wigs for the party and it was hilarious as everyone who didn’t normally ‘have hair’ kept walking around touching it all night. Kinda crazy really. By the end of the night I acquired a punk rocker wig with hair sticking
everywhere. There was some discussion about me having long hair & K said that if I did infact grow my hair out it would probably look exactly the same as what the wig looked like. It was very cool though.