This week was 26 miles of running, 3:30 on the arc-trainer, and 12,000 yards of swimming -- training log is here.
I tested my left hammy some this week: on Thursday I ran on a moderately hilly route; on Saturday I ran 10 miles for the first time, with some faster miles included. So far so good. I was stiff afterwards, but no pain during or after.
I've been sticking with running every other day so far, but I'm going to shift to two days on/one day off this coming week. Plus some more moderate hills and a bit more faster running. My biggest concern right now remains making sure that I use the left leg correctly - I have a tendency to protect that hamstring, which is amplified by the fact that my left leg is noticeably weaker. So that's my focus.
I've been sticking with running every other day so far, but I'm going to shift to two days on/one day off this coming week. Plus some more moderate hills and a bit more faster running. My biggest concern right now remains making sure that I use the left leg correctly - I have a tendency to protect that hamstring, which is amplified by the fact that my left leg is noticeably weaker. So that's my focus.
So running was happy this week, but the week was otherwise fairly sucky.
To explain, we put Fezzik to sleep this week.
Fezzik was technically a 17 year old neutered male cat, but Brian always
described him as a force of nature, and that term is more apt.
Fezzik was best described as
affectionately malevolent. His high force headbutts were both gestures of
affection and physical challenge - it was important to Fezzik to show his
standing.
In a similar vein, when Brian and I
first started dating, I was warned that Fezzik would go after me at some
point. And sure enough he got me one day while I was patting him - not
badly, but he drew a little blood. That was the only time he went after
me - having established our relative roles, we were now friends.
This is one of my favorite pictures. Fezzik, utterly entranced by Olympic dressage. The punchline is that there was a mouse in the next room. |
[Brian told me later that this was a
stamp of approval - Fezzik didn't go after people who were crazy or
weird. I like to think that the fact that it didn't bother me at all also
endeared me to Brian.]
One of Fez's favorite games was to lie
down in the kitchen as Brian and I were putzing around, and then to subtly
maneuver his tail where one was certain to step on it. As soon as your
foot grazed his fur, he'd yowl violently and glare. It was, after all,
your fault. :) But Fezzik would then let the insult pass - he was a
forgiving master.
As dominant as Fezzik was, cancer was
stronger. He was diagnosed in early December, which fortunately, horribly
gave us time to say good bye while waiting for Fez to say when.
On
December 24th, Fezzik said it was time. It was Christmas Eve, but Fezzik
overruled any human calendar. So one last trip to the cat clinic, where
the lead vet technician (a friend) kindly altered her vacation schedule to stay
late so that she could help him a final time.
And now he's gone and it
hurts. It's such a painful convenience - no more tripping over feed
bowls or litter boxes. No more dodging tails. There's no mound of
fur to hurdle during 2:00 am bathroom runs.
There's a hole in my heart
right now, and it weighs 17 pounds and likes drinking out of dripping
faucets.
But as sad as this whole week has been,
it's happy too. Very few animals
get what Fezzik had: a long, comfortable, and well-loved life, followed by a
peaceful passing. Not bad for an office park stray. I wish more
cats were so lucky.
All stories have to end. But
those that end gently, with love, are my favorites.
Dailies
Monday: In the morning, injury
rehab work, 60 minutes on the arc-trainer, and 1500 yards of swimming. Foam rolling at night.
Tuesday: 8 miles easy (8:01)
plus 3000 yards of swimming, including 6x100 on 2:00 (1:42.25, 1:41.62, 1:45.08,
1:43.15, 1:43.76, 1:43.11) and 6x50 on 70:00 ( 48.80, 48.23, 48.99, 49.02,
49.65, 47.57) in the morning; foam rolling at night.
Wednesday: In the morning, injury
rehab work and 1750 yards of swimming.
Foam rolling at night.
Thursday: In the morning, injury
rehab work, 8 miles running (7:55 pace), 30 minutes on the arc-trainer and 1250
yards of swimming. Sports massage at night.
Friday: In the morning, injury
rehab work, 30 minutes on the arc-trainer, and 1500 yards of swimming. Foam
rolling at night.
Saturday: In the morning, 10
miles (7:57 pace overall, but included about 3 miles at ~7:00 pace) followed by
45 minutes on the arc-trainer and injury rehab work. Foam-rolling in the afternoon.
Sunday: In the morning,
injury rehab work, 45 minutes on the arc-trainer, and 3000 yards of swimming. Foam
rolling at night.
I'm sorry for your loss. Fezzik sounds like such a funny and lovable pet.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry for your and Brian's loss. What a great life he must have had, master of you both.
ReplyDeleteCaren Jew
I'm so sorry for your loss. Kitties are family.
ReplyDeleteReally sorry to hear about your cat. It sounds like he was very lucky to have you guys as parents.
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