surprised to see how unhealthy the healthiest sounding item on the menu truly was (he couldn’t even finish it!). Either way, I pretty much stayed away from the food and even the beer, even though the place has a huge selection that is more than vegan friendly. In spite of the temptation and the inner desire to get some fries or something, I resisted. Before I changed into a much healthier diet, it was no surprise for me to spend some 30 to 40 dollars at Sir Veza’s especially due to the beer selection and their selection of greasy appetizers. I had some history so to speak, for the place is like a localized version of Chili’s, and I used to go gang busters on Chili’s back in the day (appetizer, beer, entree and desert in one sitting). I had other plans I needed to attend to that day, namely I had to go on a run.
Yes, I am going to talk about running once again! I know, I am obsessed and I can’t help it! You have to remember, I used to have trouble just running 100 meters. The saddest story ever for me in high school was the fact I couldn’t even run a mile! So yes, this is a big deal to me and a life altering one at that. Anyway, I decided to run the Rillito River Walk, which conveniently wasn’t too far from Sir Veza’s. You see, the City of Tucson has made it quite clear they want have a premiere bike/walk path that circles the entire city, and by 2020, that ideal will be completely brought into fruition. So here I was thinking, I was gonna do a little four or five mile maintenance run, keep it slow and build up for next week. I had already put myself through the ringer that day, doing 50 front squats in my morning session and owning Parsons Training like a boss. Naturally, I started out pretty slow, but for some reason, a weird feeling started creeping over me. I kept going beyond the 2.5-mile mark that I had set up for myself. Maybe it was the beautiful female cyclist that passed me and I was trying to give chase to, or maybe it was some weird desire to keep going. For legal purposes, I will go with the second reason. Anyway, for the local Tucsonans, I ran all the way from 1st Avenue to that weird section of road where River Road turns into Alvernon. I could see the lights at the Jewish Community Center starting to glow as power was streaming into them, meaning I had to really hoof it to beat the waning light of the evening mainly because I didn’t bring a head lamp with me. Essentially, this weird survival instinct kicked in an effort I wasn’t aware I had.
Anyway, I busted out in a frenzy on my way back to my car. While the decline certainly helped, my legs were starting to feel the pressure of all those squats from the morning session. My legs were turning into stone but I pressed forward. And here was the other kicker; I hadn’t eaten much all day. I didn’t expect to rip out an 8.18-mile run, much less average a sub-10 minute mile in the process. While I have run faster in seven-mile increments, I had never gone that far with such a fast time. As I ate a victory Chipotle burrito after my run, I quickly started experiencing the negative aspects of my endeavor. My legs, which hadn’t run that hard or that long in nearly two weeks, were pulsing and tensing up. I was going do some gradual running to get myself back into running shape after a week off, but I had go and do something stupid. It didn’t stop there as I waddled out of the Chipotle. My feet started giving me trouble, and my upper back was getting sore. I knew I was in for some hell the next couple days.
Out of surprise to no one, I woke up on Sunday sore as heck. My legs felt tight and stiff, so I did some work with my foam roller and did a little achilles work. I thought that was good enough for the time being, and opted to do a lot of walking that day rather than attempt any running. I took a long walk to my grocery store to get a snack, even stopping by Target to see if they had any workout shirts that were on the “Clearance” rack yet. Despite putting in nearly seven miles of walking, the pain never stopped, and I never quelled it long enough to get a good rest that night. So I was ornery going into work on Monday, and to top it off, it was busy as hell. So here I was sitting most of the day, my back getting sorer by the hour, and there was nothing I could really do about it. I went to my chiropractor, and while the adjustment really helped with neck and my headache, my back and legs were still a little stiff. Now naturally, everyone is going to go with the go-to patterns of relieving soreness. http://www.webmd.com/fitness-exercise/art-sore-muscles-joint-pain?page=2 While I often took to WebMD for general advice, this one entry seemed to be too focused on medicine, meaning you should take a couple ibuprofens in the morning and check back later. Since I am trying to live my life as drug free as possible, I didn’t consider that an option. Fortunately, there are plenty of other health and fitness publications that make it easy for me to find some options. I liked one in particular, mainly because it didn’t go too overboard in regards to the typical “eat a ton of protein, bro!” Instead, it offered some sound advice, like letting yourself rest thoroughly and getting plenty of nutrition and water in you. http://www.wikihow.com/Get-Rid-of-Sore-Muscles All good advice in the least, but on the other hand, that is pretty much my life in general. With the exception of the sofritas I got from Chipotle (which is made from soy), I really didn’t go too overboard on the protein and I was pretty well hydrated all weekend. So what the heck happened? Why was I still sore and feeling like garbage? Why didn’t I have the time to actually enjoy my accomplishment?
Naturally, some inflammation and some overuse brought the pain down on me, but here was something the articles I looked in to never really mentioned. Even if you are feeling sore, you have to keep pushing forward. When you really think about it, fitness is a near 24-7 job that must be properly maintained in order to avoid such debacles like I have experienced in the postscript of my Saturday run. So instead of just taking the night off after getting my back adjusted on Monday, I instead went for a short run. I was thinking four miles, and I was running in the tougher direction at Reid Park, the part that has a seemingly unending incline in the middle of it. Now I’m not going to lie, for I had no intention of going full throttle, but I did average out to a solid 9.49-per mile clip that most people would have been proud of, even though I merely ran 3.14 miles. But here was the revelation the next morning after that run….I was feeling much better. Even though I struggled through another busy day at the office, sitting down nearly the entire time, I still felt quite good going into my workout. Initially, I was just going do something simple, like working through a few things just to get my body loosened up. But that night, Jon challenged me to do some hang clean/squat/presses with him. While I could have complained about my soreness, I was kind of inspired by Jon’s tenacity. Here was a guy that had lost his beloved cat during the past weekend and had literally gotten into an accident a few hours before, visibly limping. He had every reason to call it a day and take a personal, but he opted to blow off some steam at the gym. I guess you can say I was coerced into doing the exercise, but it was a good form of peer pressure. So I joined him on the hang cleans, doing five sets with three reps each. We started easy, doing 95 pounds and then 135 on our first sets, but then we did 145. Now this weight wasn’t tough in regards to the clean and the squat, but it was definitely tough in regards to the press. I had never done that sort of weight before on presses, so getting it over my head was quite difficult. By the time we did the 165 reps, I was already tired. I managed to get one half press on my first try, but like the guys on Bro Science constantly say, “half reps don’t count!” Even though my legs were of kind tired, I still did some goblet squats with the 53-pound kettle weight and a variety of other exercise. But here was the other crazy part…I went out for another run.
Yes, it was only 3.39 miles, but hey, let’s see you try it. While I was going at a pace I would consider a slow trot, little did I know I managed to churn out a 9.10-per mile pace. When you think about it, my running speed has improved so much, that a time that was a personal best for me some three months before is feeling like a slow walk through the park. While I have yet to try this pace on a longer run, I will certainly have the opportunity in a couple weeks after my half marathon (which I am now officially signed up for the Arizona Distance Classic!). It seems kind of weird, but the next day I had absolutely no soreness in my legs. It was like nothing had ever happened in regards to my ill advised and ill prepared run from this past weekend. So what did I do on Wednesday? I gave myself reason to get sore and tired once again! Now, I didn’t really feel like any heavy lifting, but some good rep based working out was on the docket. I started with 100 bench presses at 125 pounds, and then moved on to 100 front squats at the same weight. Of course, once I got a whiff of the actual weight and realized doing 100 of them might kill me, I dropped it down to 105. Like I always say, even though a certain weight doesn’t look much on paper, actually hunkering down and doing it is a completely different story. By the time it was all over, I felt like my legs were doing a redux of this past Saturday. I can only hope they aren’t too bad the next day, considering that is a run day and I only have a few more left before the race. But that seems to be the trick for me now. Even though I will be inevitably sore, I have to push forward. I will most likely push forward again on Friday and once again on Saturday, where I plan to do a two-a-day workout. So while I didn’t use heat or ice or drugs, I did discover the best remedy to fight a case of the horribles. You have to keep building, making your body strong and fighting through the tough parts. WhileI have yet to really master that ideal in my everyday life, at least I have a good foothold of it in my fitness life.
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