Sweat, no tears

A week of rest and rehab has paid off. After following advice from Matt I’m back on the low impact cardio.

After 10 very frustrating days before talking to a physio, perhaps there is some science I should get to know.

The foam roller is definitely still breaking down some weird muscle damage in my right calf, but stretches are definitely looser than 3 weeks ago.

The rowing machine is absolutely not my favourite way if getting a sweat on. The sound the fan makes reminds me of the 3 hour sessions I did prior to rowing a little boat from Lands End up to Wales. But, it feels so nice to extend my lungs. I know I’m supposed to ease into it but that little voice on my shoulder doesn’t like slacking -8017m in 30 mins. The yoof would say “boom”, I think.

I’m sure the family are chuffed to have reeking kit back in the wash bin!

I still want to be running the hills above the inversions we’ve been having in Meirionydd since Saturday, but I can beat that little voice, at least for now.

One Reply to “Sweat, no tears”

  1. as long as it’s hippie tea, i’m right with you, without the telly. Yoga would be great if I didn’t have to travel so flipping far-joys of rural living.

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