My calf feels so much better today. Like a slightly sore muscle rather than a strain. But I’m skipping the easy 50 minute run today. I’ve already foam rolled and now am icing. I’ll wear compression socks on the airplane (I always do this now, like a little old lady, but it really does help my legs). No swelling.
My husband gave me a dirty “I told you so” look when I told him about the muscle pull. He knows I am terrible at telling people what I need and that I am prone to letting my trainers beat me up when I need to take it easier pre-race (i.e., no box jumps or other plyometrics). My chiro and I had a talk about this because he used to be a trainer. He says it’s rare to get a client who does everything you ask of them. This strikes me as bizarre because why hire someone to train you if you’re going to balk at their training? But apparently I’m more the exception.
I suppose this is a good/bad thing about me I need to be more mindful about. I know part of it is my “good girl” inclinations and fear of being a wimp. If I had a nickel for every time my mother unfairly called me a quitter… Yah, so, mommy issues. Again. It’s not even me worrying my trainer thinks I’m a wimp — it’s my own self-perception chastising me.
My husband snapped his own picture of my leg to send the chiropractor to show I’m behaving myself today. Positive reinforcement? Maybe he should give me a cookie.
Anyway, I didn’t mean for this post to get so naval gazing. I’m just trying to learn from my mistakes so maybe I’ll stop making them.