Leg cramps suck. The worst case of them I’ve ever had was from mile 20 of the Marine Corps Marathon to the finish line. I hit the ground. It’s pain I won’t soon forget.
My right calf started to cramp when we were doing 100 calf raises with Clark. But it didn’t. Of all the crazy-ass things we did today, I’m most proud of that. No cramp = Big victory.
Beth, Liz and I handled the tire in Morgan’s station. How I didn’t leave my back on the turf is a miracle. But we survived. One of the times, we pushed/pulled the tire — like the mother of all boards. Then we noticed other groups carrying it. So we carried it the other. That went quicker.
I do weird stuff at 5 in the morning. I really do. In fact, I don’t even bother to tell my wife what we do. There is no use trying to explain it unless you are there.
The weight room was leg-centric today. Mike pushed me and I even jumped on a box without busting my butt (and shins). I’m not famous for my vertical leap. I am gravity-challenged.
I can do a good inchworm. My crab walks still are crappy. My frog leaps are decent. Donkey kicks make me sore. Today was a solid leg workout.
But I’m don’t have leg cramps.
You take your victories where you can get them
This week was one of my favorite weeks at PLS yet.