I was expecting to wake up feeling like a truck had hit me... a crazy ass truck, one of those massive transport trucks with the extra wheels and maxed out load. Oddly enough, no truck feeling today. I did however wake up with the tightest calves possible, woozers. The cramping I had experienced in yesterday's Spartan race had lingered and I woke up during the night, several times, to the same cramping. I tried massaging them but it felt like they were on fire. This morning, no fire and no truck, just tightness.
My recovery from beating the hell out of my body has apparently upgraded a few notches.
I'd like to thank rugby for that. The hits from boxing have nothing on the hits I take at rugby.
#thingsNOTtotellmyDad
I didn't have any coaching today.
I didn't have boxing either.
I did however have rugby -- skill testing with the Lady Volcanoes, the national team.
Do I think I'll make the team right now? No. Even if I was up to par with their ridiculously mad skills, I don't think I'm officially allowed to join the national team. I'm not ready for it either. Regardless, with regards to the skill testing they did tonight, I showed up with tight calves and mad rope burn on my ankles because I wanted to do the testing
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