Ouch, again.
Posted By Jon in Michigan on March 28, 2004
Today is the day I pay for the punishment I inflicted on my body.
My calves are real stiff and its hard to walk. Its very painful to lift my left leg. Come to think of it, both legs hurt alot. And for some reason my right shoulder is killing me. It feels like I yanked it out of joint or something. I keep getting muscles spasms up my trapezious (sp?). My thighs are sore too, but not really bad.
Stretching today. Light massage too. I need to schedule a massage at the gym.
I got up early this morning because I was hungry and I couldn’t sleep from the pain. Ibuprofin and a banana. I’m hoping both will work quickly.
I iced my right shin last night and its doing just fine this AM.
Thinking back on yesterday, I can’t believe how many people there were. I’m guessing at least 1000. Everyone was pretty jovial for most of the race. During the last 4 miles, things got quiet and most folks were just plugging along trying to finish. Well, since I was at the back of the pack, that’s where the struggling folks were and we were just trying to finish. Lily, ofcourse, kept up the enthusiam.
There was one guy running that was carrying a big POW/MIA flag on a pole, the whole time. He passed us somewhere near mile 3. I was pretty impressed with his stamina.
We saw another guy with a T-shirt that said “that old guy” on the back. It made me laugh thinking people would see it and say “Hey, look at that old guy.”
There was an ambulance at mile 11, just before the big hill. I think if the sight of the hill makes you faint, they will give you a ride to the top.
I was grumbling to Lily that I had forgotton to take my ibuprofin and didn’t even bring it with me, saying I was too flustered and its not my fault. Some woman in front of us thought I was blaming my wife and said “Who packed your bag?” Me. “Then don’t blame your wife!” Geez, can’t get away with anything. Lily had brought two ibuprofin tablets and gave me one at mile 2. It was not consistant with training but I took the risk anyway. Next time I won’t forget.
My son made me a trophy out of paper for “finishing the race”. His exact words. I think I like it better than the medal :)
I think the ibuprofin is working, but I need another banana.
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