Oh my aching butt...
Wednesday, April 09, 2014
I've been saying that a lot the last few days. Every time I do my kids chuckle in delight. Not sure what about my aching butt is hilarious, but they think it is for some reason.
Every so often I find myself wondering why my tush is so sore. Lets see...
Saturday was a run day and I did a great job during my run, I put forth the most effort I have in a while.
Then...well this requires a bit of background to explain...here in Hemet we have a "claim to fame". We are host to the "official outdoor play of the state of California." Cool, huh? So, anyway, this play is called Ramona, it's based on a book written AGES ago by Helen Hunt Jackson, probably the most famous author you've never heard of. Seriously, back in her day she was really well known, but is hardly known in this day. She wrote quite a few books dealing with the trials of Native Americans during the later 1800's. Ramona was one of her best known plays. The play itself happens every year and relies heavily on local residents as extras. There is one part in particular, listed only as "Rock Indian" that calls upon the youth of the valley to execute. I won't give you any spoilers, but the Rock Indians don't say a single word, but provide what is quite possibly one of the most visually stunning parts of the play. My youngest BEGGED to be a Rock Indian this year and ended up dragging the other two along.
The play is performed in a beautiful outdoor amphitheater set into a BIG hill in the southern reaches of town. It's a gorgeous setting, but getting from any point A to any point B usually requires climbing some sort of hill.
Anyway, every practice the hubs and I just hang out at the cast house (set on the side of a hill) while the kids have their practice. It requires a couple hours of sitting outside in what has been REALLY gorgeous weather. I take something to read, the hubs tips back and closes his eyes. It's been very relaxing and quiet time. This past Saturday I decided I couldn't just sit for 3 hours (ended up being 4 because they ran late) so I set hubs' phone alarm for 30 minutes. When the alarm went off I headed for the stairs that lead to the cast house. REALLY steep stairs. Lots of really steep stairs. I should have counted them. 3 repetitions later I got a break. 3 down, 3 back up. Hubs ended up joining me...that was cool even though he smoked me. Another half an hour later the alarm went off again. And then again and then one more time. Four times total, 3 times each time. The stairs are divided by a railing up the middle. First time I went up and down the left side. The second time I went up and down the right side. The third time I ran a circle clockwise, down one side then back up the other. The final time I ran counter clockwise. Yeah, I was feeling that by the time we were done.
Sunday, I did lower body yoga. A disc I'm not sure I've ever done that section of. It's been YEARS since I've used it at all and I'm pretty sure I only ever did the balance ball workout. The yoga workout was INTENSE. SO many downward dog. So many poses I needed the strap for. So many I'd never done before, but gave my all for. Yeah, I was feeling that one.
Monday, I did Tae Bo Flex, an old Billy Blanks DVD that in really lower body intensive...oops should have swapped that out.
Tuesday, was back to running. Fartleks were on the agenda, but is was more like Fartless. Hmmm, that really doesn't work well-lol. Fartlek is NOT a word that lends itself to adaptation-lol. I tried to come up with something better during the entire run and failed...sorry. It took until the last 4 minutes of the 25 minute run to finally convince my legs they could do more than plod along. Four quick fartleks and I was pooped. In case you've never heard the term, Fartlek is a running term that means, essentially, run for fun. You don't have a set distance or speed, you just pick a spot to start, a spot to finish and go for it. Do this multiple times and you call it a speed workout. :)
So, yesterday and today I've often found myself bending over to pick something up or sit or stand or tie my shoes and muttering "oh my aching butt."
Now, time to go home and try another workout before I run again tomorrow. Hopefully tonight's workout will go easy on my derriere. If not, I'll modify because my tush needs a little break.
Feels good though in a slightly off sort of way-lol.
Back to work :).