I went to work with a bandaged finger and found typing to be particularly problematic, but had no pain to speak of. Savannah was planning to meet me for a Survival Workout and I figured if I covered the hand with a glove, I could keep it clean and do the workout.
She hasn’t been doing much this semester, but she never asked me to back off on anything. She kind of reminds me of me, at times. I began with my inverted push-ups and as I approached 90, thought I might be breaking 100. My arms turned to mush over the next couple of reps though, as I struggled to get to 95. Still...a new pr and only 5 to go. I’ve been wondering for some time what I will do when I finally reach 100. I don’t see myself going back to the standard push-up and I don’t want to keep doing the same thing, so I guess I’ll come up with some further variation. The push-up utilizes the chest muscles and I have to have an exercise that engages this major muscle group. I’ll think of something.
I introduced Savannah to my fifty-yard sprints during the workout. She ran along side me as I told her what pace to run and when to increase the acceleration until we were running all out. She stayed at my side for the first one, but fell off on the next three. Still...she gave it her all and was entirely spent when we finished the workout.
“I feel sick. I really let myself get out of shape this semester,” she said.
“You may be dissatisfied with yourself and I get that...but the fact that you’re not puking your guts out right now is a testament to the fact that you didn’t lose it all. Trust me...most people would be on their hands and knees right now,” I said.
I’d done 24 sets and she’d handled 21. Pretty intense for a first day back. We drove home and I went into my bathroom for a shower and to clean up my finger. I found that it had some dirt in it, but I could see that there were some small pieces of the nail that had shattered stuck in the healing flesh. I knew that couldn’t be a good thing, so I grabbed some tweezers and proceeded to pull them out. It took several minutes and I had a nice flow of blood and considerable pain by the time I was done, but I got it all out. I’m guessing an emergency room doc would have done the same thing...and it would have cost me $1,000, so I’m glad I didn’t go. Time will tell if that was the right decision.
Survival Workout: 60 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 100-150.
Calories burned: 600.
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