First heat test of 2012 & “Sleeping in the Aviary”

I easily survived an awful summer precursor after following & photographing the NATO protests in mostly 80+ degree heat for three straight days/nights and for about 20 miles total, according to my Garmin pedometer. But the true test was a sunny & sweaty 98-degree BBQ yesterday, where the only heat that troubled me was radiated from the overzealous carnivores; for bogarting the fire with my vegetable and fruit skewers. Hell with ’em. They knew they wanted one.

If yesterday’s atypical near-100 degree sunbath was an indication, then this summer is going to be a nightmare for anyone suffering from M.S. Though my symptoms seem to get more randy in high humidity (thankfully, it was pretty dry yesterday), I did notice some sensitivity to the sunlight reminiscent of the month or two following my last relapse. That’s nothing that a hat couldn’t handle and I’ll take it over the persistent nausea, exhaustion and vertigo I felt last summer, any day.

I lucked out and sprained (or possibly broke) something in my foot a couple weekends ago playing soccer, and missed out on the 5K I was supposed to run last Thursday. But considering how i’ve handled the heat of the past two weekends, i’m curious of how well I would have held up had I decided to run it (or even walk it). It was a hot 85-degree night and quite humid; last I recall.

I had to meet with my personal trainer that night and he agreed it was the right decision not to run it, even though I feel no pain right now unless my foot contorts in an odd manner. Apart from the M.S., he reminds me that I can’t ignore the fact that I’ve had three tibial fractures and now a foot injury within the past 10 months. Marcus had been going relatively easy on my lower body in the gym in light of my recent injury history and to injure/re-injure something would set me back even further, so I guess it was for the best.

I do want to start running and hiking again soon though. Getting antsy and impatient. My bone density tests came back fine a couple of months ago and I consume a lot of calcium in supplement form (to counteract the general lack of it in my diet), so I’m not sure why I keep fucking up my legs. The soccer incident was a freak accident with an inebriated fucktard, but the fractured tibias (and shin splints) were something new to me. Thinking about getting my gait tested.

Unless my boss, goes grinch, I’m heading out to Madison, Wis. to see Sleeping in the Aviary this Thursday night. Good band, good venue — excited as fuck. Nothing rids your memory of lingering verses and choruses from a mistake Gipsy Kings concert better than a good, loud, lo-fi, independent rock band.


Personal trainer

So I bit the bullet and hired a personal trainer to meet with twice per week; tuesday and thursday nights at a gym just a half-mile from my office. I just got back from my second session with him. Every time I worked out on my own in the recent past, I felt like each exercise was being performed for the first time… as if I hadn’t just exercised 2-3 days earlier. My muscles had no memory of it and it resulted in more post-workout pain and soreness and depression. You’re supposed to feel electric after a workout and I was clearly miserable.

My trainer had no prior experience with an M.S. patient, but had worked with the terminally ill and physically disabled in the past and after doing a little research on M.S. to get a feel for what he and I were up against; structured a basic workout for me to start with. Though the workout certainly wasn’t a cakewalk, there was no guttural grunting and I wasn’t gushing “dude-sweat” after it was over, but my muscles were tweaked, my chest and upper back were bulging and my entire body felt alive for the first time since I was an avid soccer player in H.S./college. I walked 1.5 miles home, in the rain, with a smile on my face – a rarity these days.

It’ll get more difficult as we pick up the intensity, but I know I’ll be better conditioned for it by then. Is it expensive? Certainly. But something tells me that this is money well spent, if not for the fitness alone, then the state of mind I’m left with afterwards.



After getting an X-Ray done this afternoon, I learned that my tibia fracture hasn’t healed as rapidly as I had hoped and my orthopaedic surgeon said that I’ll need another 6 weeks before I can start running again. This means that I can’t run – or even walk – my first 5K (Chase Corporate Challenge) this April.

Equally demoralizing is the fact that I have to reimburse my bazillionaire boss for the measly forty-five dollar race entrance fee.

Nevermind; The run is in May. Still have to play it by ear, but I should have just enough time to heal and train a bit.