I am on acid.
Lactic acid that is.
You know, the byproduct of anaerobic exercise. The stuff that makes your muscles hurt like a son of a biscuit eater after you exercise. Poke me in the tit and I will fall to the ground. Make me sit up and I’ll cry. My leg cramped at 3 a.m. I kicked the dog off the bed and across the room.
Welcome back to training Marshall. And P.S. You are getting old.
But misery loves company — and I had plenty of it this morning. People were walking like they had a hot poker poked up the arse. And did I mention today was leg day? I can’t convey the joy I felt about that.
The weight room brought leg and shoulder exercises. Squats, upright rows, leg machines, etc. I was glad we started there. Sure I got a good workout but I also had the opportunity to stretch more.
I never stretch enough. What is it about stretching that makes us want to skip it? A loose muscle is a happy muscle.
Then we went out on the field (and into the syrupy humidity).
Ever push a board across a football field? Well I have and I did it again this morning. Added some squats and calf raises, too. (I should have calves for days before this whole thing is over.) And remember the leg that cramped last night? Well it said a hardy “#$% you,” to me as I was doing those calf raises.
Through the four stations, we ran the Gauntlet (running up and down the stairs of the stadium), did more leg exercises with Coach Clark. We did football-style drills where we backpedaled, too. It was legapalooza.
Like I said, it was leg day.
It’s the end of week one. My line, Line 2, has gelled. We have good, hardworking athletes who push hard and motivate. We also know when to joke and when to be serious. I expect the next 11 weeks to be really fun. Really.
Just don’t poke me in the tit.