I went to bed last night in the middle of an ice/snow/sleet thing, and I woke up this morning to a slushy, icy mess.
Secretly I hope this weather is getting itself out of Chicago’s system before my race in March. But it’s probably just being annoying, bitchy February.
In any case, today, aside from being Monday, the start of another week, is a rest day. Basically, along with shredding, Pilates, running, and soccer this weekend, I participated in some sports at Ella Flagg school in Chicago through Chicago Cares. The idea is to teach the kids sports that they normally don’t participate in (these particular kids are obsessed with basketball, and not so much anything else). Saturday, the name of the game was floor hockey.
Not exactly my forte. I ended up with a bruise on my arm, and one on my finger where a stick connected with it.
In the kids’ defense, they didn’t mean it. I got caught up in a melee of overly excited kids trying out their newly acquired slapshots.
What was even more painful was that I woke up the next morning with a strange sensation in my triceps.
It seems I overexerted my floor hockey muscles.
Which makes sense, I guess, since I haven’t had the occasion to properly work them out in these past 26 years.
However, I’m benching myself today so they have a chance to recover before I resume my regularly scheduled program.
Good luck in that slush my friends, looks like you’re gonna need it.