In Which I Work Out Too Much...
So, my current fencing/workout schedule goes like this:
Monday: private sabre lesson, group foil class.
Tuesday: hourlong couple's session with Mr. G and personal trainer.
Wednesday: group sabre class.
Thursday: private sabre lesson, group foil class.
Friday: hourlong couple's session with Mr. G and personal trainer.
Saturday: 2-hour fencing competition skills class, in either foil or sabre depending on who else shows up.
Sunday: NOTHING. Maybe a leisurely bike ride with Mr. G at most. (Girl's gotta have her rest break.)
Or at least that WAS my training schedule, until I started feeling some pain in my left ankle this last week.
Which rapidly turned into a lovely case of full-blown Achilles tendonitis.
This SUCKS.
This descends to levels of suckitude previously unimagined in the annals of all that is dolorous, unhappy, odious, and in all ways less than pleasing.
I can't fence -- hell, can barely walk. I hop around on my toes, a tight compression band on my foot and ankle, with the assistance of a CANE -- I'm using a f&%@ing CANE! I'm also taking some hardcore anti-inflammatories, and have now been in for an MRI and the first of multiple ultrasound therapies. Luckily tho', my doc says it's just an inflammation injury due to repetitive stress and not a rupture or tear of any kind.
It'll probably be at least a week (if not more) until I can fence again.
Fuuuuuuuck me! *sigh*
For all (I'm SO f*cked) seasons,
Guernica
*sigh*
Monday: private sabre lesson, group foil class.
Tuesday: hourlong couple's session with Mr. G and personal trainer.
Wednesday: group sabre class.
Thursday: private sabre lesson, group foil class.
Friday: hourlong couple's session with Mr. G and personal trainer.
Saturday: 2-hour fencing competition skills class, in either foil or sabre depending on who else shows up.
Sunday: NOTHING. Maybe a leisurely bike ride with Mr. G at most. (Girl's gotta have her rest break.)
Or at least that WAS my training schedule, until I started feeling some pain in my left ankle this last week.
Which rapidly turned into a lovely case of full-blown Achilles tendonitis.
This SUCKS.
This descends to levels of suckitude previously unimagined in the annals of all that is dolorous, unhappy, odious, and in all ways less than pleasing.
I can't fence -- hell, can barely walk. I hop around on my toes, a tight compression band on my foot and ankle, with the assistance of a CANE -- I'm using a f&%@ing CANE! I'm also taking some hardcore anti-inflammatories, and have now been in for an MRI and the first of multiple ultrasound therapies. Luckily tho', my doc says it's just an inflammation injury due to repetitive stress and not a rupture or tear of any kind.
It'll probably be at least a week (if not more) until I can fence again.
Fuuuuuuuck me! *sigh*
For all (I'm SO f*cked) seasons,
Guernica
*sigh*