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.