In everything we do, the piper must be paid. And the better we want to be, the higher the price. The only thing left to us is deciding just how much we are willing to pay. Any time we misjudge the costs, we can find ourselves stuck paying more than we originally intended.
This might be applied to the current housing situation as people find themselves facing foreclosure, but it wouldn't fit the triathlon theme. So, I'll have to apply it to myself as I recover from the past month of racing. With a marathon, hard raced sprint triathlon, and full effort 10K all within three weeks, I'm paying the piper, now.
Let me tell you, it's really a pain in the a$$. And no, that's not figurative. It really is a pain in my butt. Between overworking my legs and apparently putting a bit too much stress on some tendons, certain activities have become quite a chore. Things like standing up.
I'm fine when I'm standing. I can make do sitting down. It's the transition from sitting to standing that gets a bit comical. Every muscle in my rear gets kind of comfortable in their disuse. When I stand and everything has to release and go through various contractions, the real pain starts.
This is new to me, and I've been having my son help with stretching at night. It's a bit much for me to physically push enough to really stretch, so I relax the legs and let him push them up and back. I get stretched and he gets a kick out of it.
The plan is to take it relatively easy for a week and see how things are after that. With a half-IM on the horizon, I can't sit on my laurels, too long. Not that my laurels are all the pleased about sitting, either. Sitting is only a bit more preferable then standing up.
Luckily, it isn't all pain and suffering. The doctor had moderately good news with relation to the biopsy on my ear. The tests showed a benign growth, and the doctor wants to just watch things for a bit. He believes the growth will return, at which point he will schedule surgery to remove all the "offending" tissue. There his, however, a chance it will clear up on its own. So long as it's non-cancerous, I don't care too much either way.
Sadly, swimming is still out while the area he cut open heals. That puts me in a tight spot. Running is bad. Swimming is out. And biking means I have to sit. Talk about options. Tear the legs apart, rub an open sore with ear plugs, or sit on my decidedly sore a$$.
Apparently, I'm a wreck. The good news is that I only have to deal with that for four weeks. I have a race on July 20th, and I won't have any choice but to deal with it. Well before that, I'll just suck it up and decide that I'm ACTUALLY fine and just get back to training.
I can go back to being a wreck on July 21st.
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