In sporting news, DAMN, SHIT, and HELL.
Yesterday morning as I swung my feet out of bed at the luxuriously late hour of 5:02 (thanks, Hudson--who needs those last 18 minutes of sleep anyway?), my habitual offender left calf muscle contorted itself in an extraordinarily painful spasm.
I tried to keep my yelps and curses from escalating to the point that they would wake Darren. I hopped on one foot into the bathroom, gritting my teeth along the way.
I closed the door and did my best to loosen the knotted muscles by stretching them in a couple of the ways my physical therapist showed me. After a minute or so, the calf was loose enough for me to put my weight on it, but it hurt like a son of a gun.
A ate my breakfast (a bowl of Special K and two Aleve gel-caps) with my calf resting on a heating pad, and by the time I left for work, the muscles were just aching, not throbbing.
Five hours later, I went for a walk at lunch with my pal Jay, and when I got back to my desk I was dismayed not only by my overburdened Outlook inbox, but also by a persistent series of muscle spams in that accursed calf. They continued on and off all afternoon. The calf had been sore at the gym on Monday, but I didn't expect a full-on flare-up.
On the way home from work I bought myself a six-pack of consoling Erdinger Hefeweizen, and as soon as I walked in the door, I called Park & Rec and canceled my enrollment in the evening tennis league that starts tomorrow. Since the first session hadn't started, I was able to get all my money refunded.
That's small consolation, however. I'm really discouraged today. I was so looking forward to playing tennis again this summer, and right now I don't know if I'll be able to. My biggest fear is to take the court, play for a few minutes, and then hear that sickening pop as my tendon tears loose. That would pretty much spoil the rest of the summer.
At least this way, I can keep exercising, even if my routine at the gym is boring me to tears. The last thing I want to do is end up with sitting around with a gimpy leg and gaining back the five pounds I've shed this spring. (Plus an additional ten.)
I suppose I could consider adding--I can't believe I'm saying this--swimming to my routine. I'm pretty sure that no one at my gym is prepared for the ghastly sight of me in swim trunks, but the elliptical machine is slowly driving me mad. I may need to test the waters, as it were.
In conclusion, BUGGER!!!