Fearing an attack from some very unhappy calves because of walking the Ramps of Doom, I got out of bed very slowly yesterday morning. But it wasn't too bad, so I geared up and headed out to walk, and was zipping along when I realized I hadn't reset my GPS thingy from the day before, so it was showing a whole lot more than I'd actually done.
I'm getting pretty good at figuring out distances around here now, knew I'd gone about .6 miles, so I reset it and aimed for another 4.5 miles to get in a total of 5. And damn, I'm so good, I nailed it.
Then the bad things started.
My calves clenched their icy fingers of hate around my bones, squeezed, and grumbled "You are never walking fully upright again..."
As the day wore on, the calves got more sore.
When I got up this morning, I swear I heard maniacal laughing as I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress. And when my feet hit the floor, my calves exploded in a bloody mess all over the walls and floor and required a call to Servicemasters for cleanup.
Not that I would exaggerate.
But, I'm feeling it more today than I did yesterday. This is where the suckiness of having FMS and CMPS comes into play...I'm supposed to cross train today, but I don't think that's going to happen. Since I have 13 miles on the schedule for tomorrow, I'm giving my legs a break today and hope that they like me a little bit more in the morning.