I Found A Way

...that is sure fire to make the Nifi laugh, nearly uncontrollably.

Basically no cycling took place the week after the Ball of Pain, aside from the Saturday Spin Class. Looking for help here, but work and obligations seemingly manage to sabotage any training. Any suggestions/practices anyone can lend would be much appreciated. I am by nature a terrible procrastinator and with rides being delayed until September/October, I put off the bike time and miles. Nothing like a deadline to motivate me. In fact, if I did not have my current deadline driven job I am certain I would be working for FedEx or in a watch shop!

Anyway, my back had been holding tension all day last Thursday. I went in to the gym and warmed up a little on a spin bike before meeting with T3 -- felt good. Then we hit the floor and started doing some squats and lunges. He is challenged by my balance (or lack there of) and had me doing lunges without touching a machine for support. (Start genetic complaint) I have ZERO arch, B width feet that barely support me for waking, let alone lunging (End genetic complaint). That tightened the back a little more. Then machines, racing heart and sweating like a whore in church. Tried one legged stands with 40 pounds of weight, no go, then 20, then just my body weight. The rubber-band tightened like a balsa airplane's. We finished with some Ball of Pain and a severely tight back.

By the time I go home, I thought I was going to have to call Nifi to get me out the the car! But I managed and began a regiment of ice and ibuprofen. Seemed to help. The night and next day were a little restless, but moving it felt good and I tried not to overdo anything. Then some heat and beer -- whalla! much better.

Relaxing Saturday morning, all set for spin, just finishing a cup of java -- then it happened. I sneezed, not huge, just sneezed, which I would do for the next three mornings about 9:18 a.m. Anyway, a searing, stabbing pain hit me in the back, like a knife wound! I clipped and f-bomb and shot up from my chair and proclaimed "Good God!" I literally staggered to the bedroom door, now just reacting not thinking -- I needed sanctuary from the pain. I held on to the door jab and asked Nifi to come help me. Then I heard it... that near tearing-up laughter she gets. A laughter so deep hardly a sound comes out. Finally, she laughed her way over, shouldered me to bed, lifted my legs carefully up into bed and got an ice-pack for me. Nice. I hope I never choke in front of her, the humor in the situation might put her in a coma.

Back to T3 tonight... what malady will befall me now?

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