Pain in the tuchus
Tuesday's run: 8 miles of General Aerobic at 7:50 pace, including 10 x 100m strides.
When I stand waiting for the pitch, I rest all my weight on my right leg. I seek to transfer my weight forward while I swing at the ball, and hence a fair bit of momentum is caught by the ball if my aim is true, but another fair bit is stopped by my left leg as it lands, stepping forward.
Joining this insanity is softball season. We held a practice Monday, and I swung at 15 pitches and hit about 50 fungo ground balls for infield practice. I guess, according to what I just linked, there must be another word for it, but I don't know what that word would be. But the point here is all that swinging of the bat and landing on my left leg sent energy to the top of my leg, or, my tuchus.
When I set out for my run today, that spot seemed to have a softball of its own inside it, and it bounced, painfully, with every step.
Aside from that, it was a surprisingly fast run. Surprising because I didn't realize I was running that fast, as it felt pretty relaxed and easy-going. It was easy-going enough for me to take in the sights of the route:
It was a beautiful day. Short sleeve shirt for the first time in a while!
When I stand waiting for the pitch, I rest all my weight on my right leg. I seek to transfer my weight forward while I swing at the ball, and hence a fair bit of momentum is caught by the ball if my aim is true, but another fair bit is stopped by my left leg as it lands, stepping forward.
Joining this insanity is softball season. We held a practice Monday, and I swung at 15 pitches and hit about 50 fungo ground balls for infield practice. I guess, according to what I just linked, there must be another word for it, but I don't know what that word would be. But the point here is all that swinging of the bat and landing on my left leg sent energy to the top of my leg, or, my tuchus.
When I set out for my run today, that spot seemed to have a softball of its own inside it, and it bounced, painfully, with every step.
Aside from that, it was a surprisingly fast run. Surprising because I didn't realize I was running that fast, as it felt pretty relaxed and easy-going. It was easy-going enough for me to take in the sights of the route:
- A tourist family who had discovered the hard way that a sunny afternoon in San Francisco can turn into a cold-windy afternoon in San Francisco, wearing matching and presumably brand new San Francisco souvenir sweatshirts.
- A two-fifty guy driving a pristine Mustang Convertible, black, with a broad red stripe, wearing a Barry Bonds Giants jersey.
- A runner whom I recognized! K-Star track all-star, Monica. She reminded me that 8 miles isn't "just 8 miles".
- A late-twentyish couple enjoying the view of Treasure Island from the Embarcadero, smoking cigars. The gal of the couple had some distinguishing features.
It was a beautiful day. Short sleeve shirt for the first time in a while!
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