I want to be honest: I still feel my leg now and then. And I also want to be open: I want to heal entirely. I don’t want the splinter of the mind to continue.
I will tell you, that one of the boldest challenges of my endurance career is bubbling to the surface. Two-Four consecutive days of rest. Let me articulate: Sleeping, eating, and being lazy. I must come to the fact, that to let this heal, I must refrain from taxing it. I may gain a pound or two, my maximal oxygen uptake may drop a few points, my blood PH may return to a base, and lose its acidity. I need to expect these things, as I expect a triathlon start to frighten me to the point of shaking involuntarily; As I expect a marathon to hurt after mile 20; As I expect to develop liters of lactic acid in my legs after a hard hill climb.
All these are physiological complications. But I also know, that the mind governs the body. And when the mind isn’t content, the body is clinically depressed. So be forewarned, I may in fact post in the next few days with a venomous tone. Forgive me.
The only test I may encounter, would be a leg extension strength test, to validate the claim of a personal trainer, that it is indeed a strain, not a tear, and perhaps a therpeuitc aqua session early Friday morning.
So here goes nothing: Wednesday, October 25, 2006 @ 7:03pm.