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.