It has always amazed me at how quickly my body can get used to being lazy.  It has been officially a month since the injury to my right ankle, albeit only two weeks since I saw the doctor.  Now in my PQ obsessed mind, when he said to give it a month of rest, I surmised that he meant since the injury, not from when I saw him.  At least that is how I am justifying the level of soreness I have impressed upon myself in the last week.

I can just hear some of you now, “Now Todd, as a medical person, you should know better than to push yourself so hard so fast.” I hear you loud and clear because it is the same thing I have been telling myself all week.  I was once a hardcore gym rat for many years and so I am pretty in tune with the level of punishment my body is willing to withstand.  I have suffered injuries and have worked through them.  The only problem now is that I am having to train much differently than the days when size was everything.

In consultation with many of my kind friends and helpful readers, I am learning to approach my level of training much differently.  I am focusing much more on lighter weigths and more repititions to improve my muscle endurance of my fast twitch muscle fibres.  This means I should have more in the tank when the time comes to dig deep for the long haul.  I know I will never be a sinewy minimorph, but it does feel really good to be sore again in all of the right places.  As for cardio, until I can get back to running or some other form of higher impact cardio, I am relagated to the stationary bicycle for hours at a time.

As you have hopefully noticed from my SPOT, I am once again on the road for work.  I call these times my “Russian Training Kamp” which I will have the pleasure of enjoying for the next three weeks.  One of the good things about being sequestered away from civilisation is that I don’t really have any excuses left to NOT train because it is basically the only form of entertainment I have.  Well, that and maybe watching a little bit of professional foosball (table soccer) on an Italian sports network.  Yes, they actually have a professional foosball league and it is televised.  I wonder sometimes if I have missed my true calling as an on-air commentator for professional foosball.  I know the hours would be better and the working conditions better, but seriously, could it really be as much fun as adventure racing?  I guess I will soon find out.

Until next time…..TODD

P.S.  No blog on Wednesdays while I am at “Kamp” due to lack of internet connection.  Sorry, I promise to make it up to you.

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