![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Flirting with Overtraining
Dec. 11th, 2003 02:44 pmSo I was unusually drained when I got home last night (ergh -- I can't believe she's adding another 45 minutes to our triple class Wednesdays next quarter, even if Craig and I are the only ones who will really be getting nailed by this) considering that I hadn't actually managed to injure myself.
Then I got sixish hours of sleep, and headed off to a massage (which is a really good reason for getting up after 6 hours of sleep). He focused on my feet, which really needed it, but was generally impressed by how thoroughly trashed I was "if mostly in a good way". Then I came home, grabbed a bite to eat, and was nearly overwhelmed by fatigue and mild soreness. A very training specific sort of soreness, but darn, it seemed to be everywhere.
An hour and a half nap, a lot of water, and a hot bath later, I'm feeling surprisingly better, but still generally overused. I think the big problem is the shoe situation -- my feet are quickly reaching the point where if I don't find a better way of taking care of them I will wake up some morning to find they've left, cleaned out the bank account, moved to Arizona and are suing me for divorce and continued support. And when your feet hurt, everything hurts.
The rest of me is doing surprisingly well. I did all the plyometric hell drills yesterday, and my neck is pretty much fine (though I probably shouldn't do the same exercises today -- hopefully we'll be doing something different today). My shoulder doesn't seem to have minded using the heavy sword. The SI joint, while not tracking perfectly, is pretty good.
But oh! my feet! Achey and hot and way, way too sensitive. (Oh, and while I haven't had nails on my little toes for some time, and suspect I never will again, now the right big toe nail is thinking about falling off. Through frankly, I wish it would just get on with it.) I find myself almost salivating at the thought of having my podiatrist give me cortizone injections. (Which I won't do, at least not yet.) I'm even unearthing an old pair of Keds to see if they might work for class. I have got to find better shoes.
Then I got sixish hours of sleep, and headed off to a massage (which is a really good reason for getting up after 6 hours of sleep). He focused on my feet, which really needed it, but was generally impressed by how thoroughly trashed I was "if mostly in a good way". Then I came home, grabbed a bite to eat, and was nearly overwhelmed by fatigue and mild soreness. A very training specific sort of soreness, but darn, it seemed to be everywhere.
An hour and a half nap, a lot of water, and a hot bath later, I'm feeling surprisingly better, but still generally overused. I think the big problem is the shoe situation -- my feet are quickly reaching the point where if I don't find a better way of taking care of them I will wake up some morning to find they've left, cleaned out the bank account, moved to Arizona and are suing me for divorce and continued support. And when your feet hurt, everything hurts.
The rest of me is doing surprisingly well. I did all the plyometric hell drills yesterday, and my neck is pretty much fine (though I probably shouldn't do the same exercises today -- hopefully we'll be doing something different today). My shoulder doesn't seem to have minded using the heavy sword. The SI joint, while not tracking perfectly, is pretty good.
But oh! my feet! Achey and hot and way, way too sensitive. (Oh, and while I haven't had nails on my little toes for some time, and suspect I never will again, now the right big toe nail is thinking about falling off. Through frankly, I wish it would just get on with it.) I find myself almost salivating at the thought of having my podiatrist give me cortizone injections. (Which I won't do, at least not yet.) I'm even unearthing an old pair of Keds to see if they might work for class. I have got to find better shoes.
