I was going for a three-peat win, but I have not been running much these days and knew that would be a lofty goal. All it takes is one fast lady to show up and dash my dreams. And show up she did.
I clocked in with my worst 5K time of the past 3 years. Somehow this still earned me 2nd place female and a free growler of beer, so it all works out.
The next day brought broomball. I managed to pull off some magnificent feat of clumsiness that is difficult to describe in a way that makes sense to anyone who wasn't there. Basically I tripped for what felt like 100 miles, thought I caught myself on the bench ledge only to find the open door, fell through the door and landed on my ass. Aside from that butt bruise, the real pain came when I stopped a shot with my right quadricep. It hurt. A lot.
Lucky for me I had tennis the next night. A nice, easy non-contact sport. Unless you get slammed with an overhead smash in the exact spot you got hit with a broomball the day before.
Then I went to Crossfit the next day couple of days. I just started this class because there was a deal on Living Social and I have zero upper body strength. I would guess that most kindergarteners could beat me in an arm wrestling match. So the introduction of strength training to my arms made me almost cry during the second workout. And then I got in the car to leave class and found myself UNABLE TO TURN MY STEERING WHEEL because I had just murdered my arm muscles. I managed to figure out a a way to grab the wheel at the bottom without lifting my arms and somehow managed to get home without wrecking my vehicle or further wrecking my body.
So yesterday I did nothing but sit and drink beers.
My muscles feel great and no part of my body is bruised or in pain.
Which therefore must make drinking the healthiest thing I did last week.
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