sleeping over a friend’s house when you’re 35 years old is a strange experience. took me back to high school, except we didn’t watch softcore porn on mute and make our own dialogue. woke up every hour in a state of confusion. hamstring was throbbing. terrible night, all around. woke up at 5:30am. hit some [...]
sleeping over a friend's house when you're 35 years old is a strange experience. took me back to high school, except we didn't watch softcore porn on mute and make our own dialogue. woke up every hour in a state of confusion. hamstring was throbbing. terrible night, all around.
woke up at 5:30am. hit some CARs, to see where my hamstring was at. suffice to say, sore. tight. (CARs are a great way to evaluate your current state of readiness.) no bruising, which is a plus.
wanted to get out of my friend's house before he woke up.
scheduled screwed our softball team this year. beyond the Ding-A-Ling, there was another tournament scheduled for today. most everyone wanted me to stay at the Ding-A-Ling. with my average, i had a chance to win some gnarly accolades, like King Ding-A-Ling. i felt like my skills would help more at the other tournament, so i went rogue. got out of the house to avoid an awkward conversation.
holed up in a Starbucks. nothing worse than Starbucks coffee start the day. there's a coffee shop by me called Reggie's. they have a single-origin brew every morning that's killer. Starbucks tastes like burnt burnt. like, if you take burnt, and burn it again, that's Starbucks.
had lots of time to kill before the start of the tournament. one thing i DIDN'T do: wonder why i pulled my hamstring. trying to play detective to determine the cause of injury is, for the most part, a fool's errand. injuries happen when a tissue's ability to deal with a force is exceeded. many factors are at play. could it have been because i woke up an hour earlier? could it have been because i did a combo training session yesterday? could it have been because i drank a Busch latte at 8am yesterday? perhaps bending over to work on my back deck the past week? pushing j-curls hard recently?
all of the above?
in the end, understanding an injury is more important than knowing WHY an injury happens.
Starbucks caffeine hit me and i made a special trip to a grocery store at 7am to buy overpriced alkaline water and defile their public toilet. to my surprise, the toilet was occupied. there were no customers in the store. your guess is as good as mine.
back on the road, to Panera. holed up there until game time. played a total of five games. climbed out of the losers' bracket. won the championship. i was crowned MVP.
hamstring loosened up a lot as the day went on, to the point where i sprinted to first base. it was more of a gallop. had a limp right leg, but i was moving.
beers were drunk throughout the tournament.
came home, ate some more jerky, and then feasted on barbeque. various meats, mac and cheese. giant ribs. two bananas with peanut butter and raw milk.
felt good to get some real food in my belly.