Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: Day 33

I wonder if when the little black rubber pellets from the artificial turf get in your shoes, the irritation makes a pearl?

If so, I’d have enough pearls for a pearl necklace.

My wife asked me one day what the heck they were. I told my her they were rat turds. She wasn’t amused. (She normally isn’t.) I bring home a lot of rat turds everyday. They’re on my clothes, in my hair, in my shoes, in my ears, up my nose — everywhere. Today was no exception. And add to it, I brought home enough sand to make a beach.  Why? We did exercises in the cat box sand pit today.  Really, with all the cutting around we did in three of the drills, our ankles got a good workout today.

Hit it!

Umph.

Sorry. That was one of our drills, too. The Coach’s Drill. Felt like I was a defensive end again at Sprayberry High School.

Hit it!

Umph.

Except I’m now much older and more brittle.

Low point of today? Planks. Pulled muscle in my back still is killing me. Ibuprofen masks it until planks. I felt like I was being jammed with a screw driver. It’s right where my melanoma scar is. Few things will break me. That one comes close.

The high point? The “two-mile” run.  I ran strong. Even with my shoe untied.  My speed is picking up.

I didn’t sleep much last night. I felt it out on the field today. But I got my butt out of bed and did the work.

Hit it!

Umph.

I don’t know much about success, but that has to be one of the secrets right there.

Now to make my pearl necklace.  I need to string some rat turds together.