I’m sorry, did you say ice bath?

August 25, 2011

Yesterday’s workout didn’t go quite as planned. I was hoping to run 2 1/2 miles with a nice warm up and cool down.  Yeah- that didnt quite happen. I started my run with an eight minute warm up (very hilly) and once I reached some flat surface I started jogging. Around a 1/2 mile my right glute was screaming at me… and then the balls of my feet started screaming at me. What the hell is going on, I just ran a 5k this weekend! So at 3/4 mile, I decided to walk for a bit, stretch some things out and try to change my running style a  bit.

After two minutes of walking I started running again. A half a mile in, the balls of my feet were screaming, and now both my right and left butt cheek glutes were  killing me. And I hit a hill. *sigh* I realized at that point that I wasn’t enjoying my run like I had wanted to. I was forcing my body to do something it just didn’t want to do. My pride/ego was telling me not to quit, to suck it up, and keep running. But me, the real me, was saying, “whats the big deal. you’re sore. its ok” The “its ok” resonated with me. It is ok. This is ok. I am ok. Why was I putting so much pressure on myself to run for 2 1/2 miles (through a lot of hills mind you)? Why was I beating myself up, making me feel like I’m a failure, and then snowballing to all the horrible negative self talk I’ve ever done (“its because you’re fat, you’re not at the weight you should be, you’re carrying around an extra 20 lbs no wonder you cant run that much, blah blah blah) I hate my ego- it causes me nothing but pain, anxiety, nervousness , and doubt.

So I said, shut the f*ck up!!! get out! And I turned on some Breaking Benjamin and continued my workout. I ended up running a little less than a mile after that and had a nice cool down home. And it was awesome.

However, when I got home, my feet were killing me. The blisters I got from Sunday’s run were much worse, plus I had a new blood blister. My glutes, quads and calves were so sore I could barely stretch. So I remembered what many of you avid runners do after a long run (not 3 miles, but lets overlook that lol). An ice bath. Yep, a freezing cold bath full of ice to help those sore muscles. My ice bath went a little something like this:

Me: Leash- I’m gonna take an ice bath

Leash: A what?

Me: An ice bath.

Leash: why

Me: Because I’m sore and thats what you’re suppose to do when you’re really really sore

Leash: that sounds like a terrible idea

Me: yeah i think its gonna be rough. wanna get me some ice while I fill the tub?

Leash: Not really

Me: Just do it

Leash: ok

(I start filling the tub, realizing that the cold water doesn’t come out as fast as the hot water…)

Leash: I think I have frost bite on my hands.

Me: Just dump it all in the tub, it’ll be good.

Leash: It’s gonna melt you know.

Me: The water isnt hot leash, its cold

Leash: oh (pours the ice in) I think you need more ice

Me: Yeah- can you get more?

(At this point I decide to get in the tub with a towel wrapped around my upper body (still in my workout clothes)

Leash: We used up all of moms ice. Shes gonna be pissed

Me: Its not like she uses a ton of ice at night. It’ll be fine.

Leash: Do you want a scarf or something?

Me: yeah, and a sweat shirt.

Leash: Maybe some ear muffs too

Me: and mittens.

15 minutes of pure goosebumps and I completed my first ice bath. Granted I’m sure I did not put as much ice as I should have, but still. This morning I woke up almost sore free. So I can say, ice baths do work. They suck, but they work.

Till next time… peace out home skillets.

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