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FlowFit (RPT 7, RPE 9, RPD 4)

That's it, just some FlowFit. It's my first day back, so the wife and I decided to do Level 3 for 15 minutes. Ouch man. First of all, I apparently ate too much dinner earlier tonight. My stomach hurt and it was difficult to breathe. Second, my leg is better than I thought, but it's still definitely not 100%. I actually called it quits at 12 minutes, after 9 reps. I did manage to not hurt it, but I noticed it getting weaker, fast. That's how re-injuries happen, so I figured it was a good stopping point.

Anyway, it's good to be back. Let's see if I can rebuild some momentum now.

Update time

So yesterday was the two week mark from when I hurt myself, and my leg still hurts. It's much, much better, though. Most people can barely notice the limp when I walk, which is good. In fact, yesterday I was able to walk down to the cafeteria for lunch, for the first time in a week. Naturally, I tweaked my calf pretty bad on the walk back (and only 15 feet from my desk), which hurt really really bad for about half an hour.

I can't really go back to FlowFit yet. There's too much jumping down to the floor and back up. I have been thinking of trying some Clubbell work with the little mini-Clubbells I got with my IntuFlow package. The hard part now is getting back into working out at night, or waking myself up early enough in the morning. We'll just have to see what happens.

Man Down!

So I went into last week's first MMA class a little tired, but nothing out of the ordinary. We did our initial cardio stuff, then started working combos on the pads and the odd man out shadowboxed in the mirror. Then, in the last round, my left calf popped. I knew exactly what happened, because the exact same thing had happened to me a little over five years ago. I tore a freakin' muscle.

I hobbled across the hallway and got some ice to put on it. Then it took me about an hour to limp back to my desk. I sat there for a good 30 minutes, trying to get an appointment with our on-site doctor, with no luck. My entire body was humming with constant pain at this point, so I fired off a quick email to my team to let them know what was going on, and then I drove myself to the Urgent Care.

I had a long wait, but when the doc finally got to me and took a look at my leg, she said something along the lines of "Good news - it hurts worse than it really is". Turns out, it wasn't a tear so much as a separation of the Soleus and Gastrocnemius. She prescribed an anti-inflammatory and some Vicodin for the pain, and I drove my ass home. I spent the afternoon sitting in bed, working from home, hopped up on the vitamin V.

Yesterday, I finally got to the point where I can stand with both feet flat on the floor. Today, the full range of motion is almost there, if I take it slow and relaxed. I'm still limping horribly, but at least I'm off the crutches. The doc said no kickboxing for two weeks, which right now seems impossibly optimistic. I'm thinking I'll be able to walk somewhat normally at the 2 week mark, which really means that it'll be time to really start the rehab. I'll be taking the rehab more seriously this time instead of just assuming that it will get better eventually.

*sigh* I guess this means I need to get back on the knife draws, since that's about the closest thing to exercise I can do right now.