I have been betrayed by my stupid COUS, and now it looks like I'll have to give up tennis until spring.
About a month ago, I was playing tennis when my left calf suddenly felt tight and painful. I couldn't push off quickly with that leg, and it hurt when I moved my weight forward on my serve. It wasn't excruciating, but it felt pretty bad. Fortunately, I only had about five minutes left in my match, and I was able to lose and then hobble home without further incident.
Once I sat down on my couch, though, I started having really bad spasms in that calf. I iced it, took some Aleve, and skipped a couple trips to the gym. Within a few days I felt back to normal.
Two weeks later, the same thing happened again at the very start of my tennis match, even though I had been resting the leg. That wasn't fun. I probably should have quit immediately, but since it was doubles, I decided to keep playing but be mostly inert rather than have the match end for the three other people.
This is familiar territory for me. Back when I was in grad school, I twice tore that calf muscle very badly (picture a purple and black ankle that turned yellow, green, and then finally back to normal), and I could barely walk for weeks. I'd rather not experience that special sort of fun again.
I was supposed to play tennis last Thursday, but I found a substitute for myself. I hoped that in three weeks, I'd be ready to play my next match.
I guess that was overly optimistic. Wednesday night, after my coffee with Michael, I was walking briskly in the freezing cold, and suddenly that left calf seized up again. It's still pretty sore today, too. I'm definitely going to take a tennis hiatus rather than risk a more severe injury.
I guess you could say that my calf is my Achilles heel. Pretty discouraging.
Well, at least it's Friday. Have a good weekend, kids!
PS. Crunches peformed this week: 550