Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Concrete Is My Enemy
Throughout my entire life, even as a teen, concrete floors and surfaces have always been a pain issue with me. After working 8 hours at the supermarket on a concrete floor, my legs always ached. On the rare occasions when I worked as a checker, they hurt the worst. (Guys always made lousy checkers, compared to the girls, so some of us were only "allowed" to check when it got busy on Sundays.) Basically, standing and working on a concrete floor was always a punishment. Interestingly, sports -- running and jumping, never had this effect, unless I played on a concrete court -- basketball, handball, or tennis.
While MDW was out of town I started and completed a bunch of projects in the basement, working on you guessed it -- a concrete floor. The last few days, I've taken it really easy on my workouts, but it has not worked. My back and legs have progressively more pain.
I was in agony this morning when I got up. In fact, I spent another hour and a half in bed just avoiding having to stand. I also bagged my morning walk, stretch, and abs session.
I will workout, today, but it will be less than a fifth of what I have been doing on an easy day. Just enough to warm up and stretch a little. (As I say, it's most important to be consistent.)
Concrete -- worse than junk food.