Sunday fail.

I woke up at 0720 today, and spent the next 6 minutes wondering just how badly Gretchen would kick my ass if I rolled over and went back to sleep.

I figured it would be a pretty sound ass kicking, so I dragged myself out of bed, scrambled a few eggs, hurriedly ate them, and threw on 6 layers of clothes.

I got to the gym about 15 minutes early and tried (unsuccessfully) to stretch my left calf muscle out.

Skating last night loosened my right leg a bit, and it's not intensely painful now.

My left leg, however, is being a bitch and not playing nice. I face planted a few times at the rink last night cause my muscle just started spazzing on me.

Anyway, I made it through Jaime's class without dying.

I took a few minutes after and got some water, and then started my hour with Gretchen.

Everything hurt. The hammer hurt, ball throws hurt, hell push ups hurt.

I did manage to do 2 30 second side planks, which is a first for me. One bright spot in the day.

Next, we did pads on the ladder-concentrating my foot movement while doing pad work.

It started to kill my leg after a few times down and back, and I apparently looked like I was in pain.

Gretchen: "are you ok?"
Me: "yes."
Gretchen "are you lying?"
Me: "yes."

We stopped after about 25 minutes of work because I was in some serious pain.

I tried stretching my leg out, and Lynds helped me try to work the knot out of my muscle.

That helped a bit, and I've been icy hotting like it's four loko.

It still hurts, but not as badly as it hurt Wednesday night.

Progress?
I hope so.
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