What a wild, strange trip it's been...
So here's basically the run-down of the last 6 months.
May - the gym moves. But wait - the place where we are going to move falls through! Panic! Panic! Panic! The owners grab a space out in Brooklyn just do dump the stuff that was in a U-Haul truck while this gets resolved.
Towards the end of May, I go to PennLite. Hit the field and after an hour or two, get involved in a scrum-like push that results in the most curious sensation (read - PAIN) in my leg. I limp off the field and for many days after...
June - The new place is not going to resolve soon. It's all about permitting and NYC policy. Meanwhile, that space that was grabbed at the last second...well, it's not quite so bad. In terms of space, that is. A few (actually, nearly a dozen) brave members figured that with little cleaning up, a little "elbow grease" and we could actually make a new gym out there. It's not pretty tho - the place is a mess, having been used as a scrap storage. The basement is even worse - very much "lotion in the basket" territory. It does not have power or water - and has not had these amenities for 4 years or so. It will take 2 weeks to get water and nearly 4 to get power for lighting. Thank goodness the days are long in summer.
Meanwhile, when those limping days turned into a couple weeks. I go see a sports doc. After the MRI comes back, I get the results:
""There is an elongated, ovoid fluid signal collection coursing deep to the medial head of the gastrocnemius and superficial to the soleus
muscle, extending from the level of the proximal tibial metaphysis to the level of the junction of the muddle and distal tibial diaphysis.
This presumably represents a liquefactive hematoma or pseudocystic collection measuring 20 cm (!) in length x 5 cm in width x 1.5 cm in
So yeah, I have a hell of a gastroc tear. This basically keeps me out of doing most workouts as either I need to actually use my leg directly (running, lifting) or indirectly (tightening, bracing, landing). What I need is PT to make sure that this tear heals properly otherwise the doc says I will always be plagued by it. Even worse, having a chronic problem there would hose up my kinetic chain to where my achillies tendon would have to bear a lot more stress - and should that blood-poor (= hard to heal) tendon break...I would be phucqed 4-eva!
July - My God - it's actually a gym! The way we came together to put this in place is amazing. Really. The owners are especially blown away. We are not employees. We are not asked to do this. We are just a bunch of people who have come together to get something done because it's a good idea. It's great to see and was even better to be a part of. People have sunk in time, their own money, donated equipment and gone to extreme lengths to get this place set up and it is dark and dusty and dirty and fantastic.
On my end, the leg is getting better. PT is nearly over. I'm a little wary of doing the crazy stuff, but am back in pullup space and doing some light work. It's a good thing too - cause Pennsic is coming up at the end of July and I want to be in the best shape possible for it. It's a little scary as I don't really *know* that the leg is 100% but all signs point to yes.
August @ Pennsic. I am a war machine
. Despite nearly 2 months off of hard training, I am still ripping through the grueling battles at Pennsic. All of them. Barely a break taken - and then only for logistical reasons (more helmetcam coming up later). And I'm not reduced to limping or napping through the rest of the day in order to recover. It also helps that I was "hired" by a guy I respect a lot and want to make sure I earn my "pay". My plan is to compensate for my declining skills (lack of practices up here) with raw physical power and endurance. I think it works.
However a couple things do let me down. My gorget - the one I swore I was going to replace because the year before I caught what could have been an existence-ending shot in the throat had it been thrown harder or I leaned into it - fails again. To this day, when I turn my head to a certain angle and swallow, I get a slight "click" in my throat. Fortunately it doesn't hurt anymore. And curiously, my hand hurts some. I don't remember how or why. I'm pretty sure it happened during a battle, but nothing stood out. Weird.
Coming back from Pennsic and unpacking and settling and whatnot keeps me away from the gym for almost the rest of August.
September - Hmm...my hand *still* hurts. Can't really move it in certain positions. Can't grab a pull-up bar. Put weight on it for pushups. WTD?? I return to sports doc. I don't get the guy I had last time, but I get an ok guy again. He's not sure either, but seems to push me off of MRI/X-ray (this is counter to my "Hey - let's look inside!" approach to things, broken or fixed.) I return to PT - although now it's OT (occupational therapy) because it's my hand, I guess. In general, I'm useless for most WODs. Get a little depressed about that and decide to dedicate myself more to the running of the gym rather than actually participating.
October - Hand *slowly* gets better. I slowly try to get back into the groove, trying out little exercises here and there. I get most of the Oly lifts back, pullups (first with funky grips), pushups (on abmat pads), things like that. Towards the middle of the month, a classmate sets up an "Angie" challenge which is where on the first day, I do 1 pullup, 1 pushup, 1 situp, 1 squat. The next day, add one rep to each. The next, add another 1.....until one hits Day 100. I latch on to this as it's a good way for me to really go back and study myself.
November - Hand is 80-100%, depending on what I'm doing. Most places it's not an issue. Ring work is still out. So are burpees, I think. (Although generally burpees are sucky to begin with). I did a 205# Push Jerk last night so I think the Angie Challenge stuff (we're now in the low 40's...ugh) has at least knocked the rust off of the past several months. And I'm preparing myself for the Level 2 Cert down in Va Beach in Feb.
So yeah...game on! And to those who may have also fallen behind a little, it's time to rise again.