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Thursday, June 4


Trapped
The good news is, I already had the day off today, since Becky's graduation is tonight.  

Last night I decided to try something called "free run" on the Wii Fit.  For the other "run" options one has to follow behind a little cartoon weeble thing on a "course" and keep pace with it.  (Because running quickly gets you to the end faster but doesn't burn as many calories.)  The "free run" is different because all you need is the wiimote in your pocket.  It makes a metronomic click-click-click to keep you on pace and keeps track of how long you're running and, presumably, buzzes or something when you're done.  I don't know what it actually does when you're done because I didn't finish.  

The cool thing about the "free run" is you can turn to another channel while doing it.  So I started watching season two of Friday Night Lights (first three episodes: dreadful.  I heard things improve after those eps.) and "running".  If I hadn't mentioned this before, running in Wii Fit involves bouncing up and down in place.  This has been putting a lot of stress on my feet (recall, I had plantar fasciitis a few months ago) and my calves.  The calves are not as strong as one might think because bicycling is largely a thigh-based workout.  After a typical fifteen minute run both of my calves would be extremely tight, and not in a "wow, these are bulking up" tight so much as a "Nomar, I think you really need to stop taking those steroids" tight.

Sixteen minutes in, something went pop in my left calf.  Or, possibly, sproing, snap, or kablooie.

So now I am sitting in my living room with my leg on a heating pad hoping this is a minor sprain and not something more serious.  As of last night I was less than a pound away from no longer being considered "overweight" by the Wii, which is the closest I've gotten in a long time.  An extended trip to the disabled list would screw that all to hell.

Oh, and the plan tonight?  Walk to Harvard Square for Becky's graduation ceremony.  Yeeha.

Comments:
eeek! ICE, please, ICE!

Hope you're feeling better.
 
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