The week after Bryce
I felt I'd been hit by a mac truck I did nothing. No, that's not true. I hobbled around like a drunken sailor, iced my legs, soaked in Epsom salts, foam rolled and ate like... like... well, like I just ran fifty miles. Cookies. Cake. Carne Asada. I worked hard at replacing calories and taking care of my body. By Saturday the swelling and bruising were gone and I mostly wasn't limping any more. I was also itching to move my body. I hit the gym Saturday, Monday and Wednesday. Monday I actually got up early in an attempt to hike, but I just wasn't ready so after 3/4 miles I left Corner Canyon and went to the gym. Then there was my epic fail of a bike ride on Tuesday. Overall, I've been doing great. I have been sleeping in a lot. I visited the chiropractor and massage therapist which was miraculous! I'm really looking forward to running, but I'm trying really hard to be patient. My IT bands are still tight, so I want to give them plenty of time to chill. Soon enough. The mountains aren't going anywhere...
Jeff, killing it, as usual.
Oh yeah, and my nails are dropping like flies!