I did a weight training class on Wednesday and I really thought by now my quads would have recovered. :-) My friend, Jen P. teaches it at the local Y. I got out of the habit of taking it over the summer because, well, life got in the way. I only take the class if she promises me that there will be NO walking lunges. I hate them. With a passion. You would think that with the cycling and running, I would be able to toss them without thinking. Well, no. For some reason, walking lunges just absolutely shred my quads. There is no way I could do them and also cycle and run. So, we did no walking lunges but about 80 squats and 40 stationary lunges with a bench. Jen can be really evil. They put me on the class schedule for two cycle classes on the days in between the weight classes. I hope Jen P. comes to them *evil grin* I also really hope I can run tomorrow.....
Yesterday, Jen headed to Utica to visit her poor Grammy in the hospital. We met up and spent a few hours letterboxing before her visit. We hit a few really nice boxes in the Oriskany area. B was having her bronchoscopy that same day. We discussed not going but thought why? I mean, I felt like I should stay home and just wait for a call saying everything went ok but I didn't know why I should. I mean, it was a simple, routine procedure - yes, I know it *wasn't* routine when it is happening to you, but more that it is something doctors do a lot and have very, very, few complications. It was scheduled for noon. I called her husb about 3 and he said everything was fine. I told him to tell her I wouldn't bother her that night but would talk to the next day. On my way home from the PAR meeting (very interesting meeting about living harmoniously with coyotes), I get a call from her at 9:30. 9 f'in 30!!!!!! Yeah, the simple, routine, no complications procedure was anything but!!!! It all turned out ok but the guilt is eating away at me. You know, if I had sat home waiting to hear the news like I thought I should, nothing would have happened (and yes, the whole world does revolve around me LOL). Anyways, to assuage my guilt, I got up early this morning, made her pumpkin muffins, and took her to the hospital for a follow up xray. No way was I letting her drive herself and have a lung collapse on the way!
Running is a big question mark that’s there each and every day. It asks you, ‘Are you going to be a wimp or are you going to be strong today?' - Peter Maher, Irish-Canadian Olympian
Friday, October 20, 2006
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I'm sorry to hear your friend had scary medical troubles with her "routine" procedure. I've had enough stays in enough hospitals to know wht fun they can be. Pumkin muffins and a friend to drive you to the doctor are always welcome help.
I know what you mean about the walking lunges. I can't stand doing too many bouncy calf exercises. I can't walk for days after that sort of nonsense. :P
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