holy quantoli am I out of shape!
Ok so as you know I'm on a Minnesota alumni football team. We're really not that good. But I like to think that despite screams coming from the men-folk on our team aimed at refs, the other team, themselves, the girls on our team, and anyone on the sidelines, despite dropped pass after fumbled ball after terrible throw after outstretched arms after balls sailing by after interceptions after trips after missed flags and after pivots gone awry, that beneath all that terrible, low-morale-having, football-sucking nonsense, we still have a little fun.
Regardless, team members are dropping like flies. One girl moved away. Four guys are frequently gone. One girl travels a lot for her job. Another shows up halfway through the game, if at all. And what does this mean? The majority of people have to stay in the whole game, without breaks.
After one such game where I had the pleasure of playing offensive blocker on top of defensive rush, I retired to my dormitory to take a quick cat nap. Five hours of nap plus two hours of inadvertent facebooking later, I woke up and felt determined to go for a run, a jaunt which I had yet to accomplish in more than a month. So I strapped on my shoes, ipod, and sweatshirt, and headed out the door. After running a long circle around my area I decided to do another. I was feeling great. Then I decided to slowly walk it out, completing yet another circle. Then I got home, laid on the floor, and actually felt the motivation to complete 100 crunches. Three sets of 30, one set of 10, you're welc.
Then...the next morning came. I awoke, sleepily reached over to turn off my phone alarm, and attempted to swing my body over the side of my bed, only to find that the slightest, and we're talking slightest movement felt like 145 hands, positioned in fists all over my body, delivering one punch to every part of my body at the exact same time. Every. time. I. moved.
I'm not kidding. If you would just take a moment here, please picture 145 of these bad boys ALL over your body -------------------------------->
Two days later it's not even a little bit better. I'm stiff, I waddle instead of walk, and everything I do is in slow motion, because it has to be.
Any advice?!
Regardless, team members are dropping like flies. One girl moved away. Four guys are frequently gone. One girl travels a lot for her job. Another shows up halfway through the game, if at all. And what does this mean? The majority of people have to stay in the whole game, without breaks.
After one such game where I had the pleasure of playing offensive blocker on top of defensive rush, I retired to my dormitory to take a quick cat nap. Five hours of nap plus two hours of inadvertent facebooking later, I woke up and felt determined to go for a run, a jaunt which I had yet to accomplish in more than a month. So I strapped on my shoes, ipod, and sweatshirt, and headed out the door. After running a long circle around my area I decided to do another. I was feeling great. Then I decided to slowly walk it out, completing yet another circle. Then I got home, laid on the floor, and actually felt the motivation to complete 100 crunches. Three sets of 30, one set of 10, you're welc.
Then...the next morning came. I awoke, sleepily reached over to turn off my phone alarm, and attempted to swing my body over the side of my bed, only to find that the slightest, and we're talking slightest movement felt like 145 hands, positioned in fists all over my body, delivering one punch to every part of my body at the exact same time. Every. time. I. moved.
I'm not kidding. If you would just take a moment here, please picture 145 of these bad boys ALL over your body -------------------------------->
Two days later it's not even a little bit better. I'm stiff, I waddle instead of walk, and everything I do is in slow motion, because it has to be.
Any advice?!
posted by Anna W. at
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
3 Comments:
I'm not a doctor but...
I wouldn't spend more than 24 hours between your jogging venture that left you feeling crippled and your next work-out. You have to get back out there again. The trick is to take baby steps. Maybe this time you should just run one lap, followed by a brisk walk and some stretching. You can gradually increase your mileage and effort. Whatever you do -- don't overdo it. Doing too much too fast results in injuries.
This is going to sound odd... work out again every day for a couple of days.
It sounds painful and it kind of is at first, but it works. I swear.
The day after the second time you work out you won't feel very sore at all.
Also, take breaks during the day and do a little stretching (of course, not full out in the middle of the office so everyone gets a little weirded out stretching, just some arm stretches and other stretches that look more like you have been sitting for a while and are getting the blood flowing again).
true story. keep moving. water water water. heating pads help when you can't move (heats the muscles when you can't).
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