Adam perseveres

I had my third sports massage today, and Adam has detected signs of progress!  My hamstring is not nearly as tight and, indeed, is actually looking a bit flexible.  Flexible being, of course, a relative term.  Compared with the fellow stretching his hamstring beside me at the gym this morning who was able to touch his toe to his forehead, I am but a novice.

Other signs of progress:  the various trigger points in my calf are much less painful, I don't feel any pain in my hamstring at all, and my achilles tendon and the bottom of my foot are doing fine.  Adam did the massage thing, used ultrasound on my calf, and stretched my hamstring and calf in ways that they never would have gone a month ago.  He then asked, 'So what do you want to do as exercise for the next week?'

This was a TRICK QUESTION.  The correct answer was not, 'I want to try to run.'  Oh no.  The correct answer was, 'I want to continue with my paltry 30 minutes of cardio three times/week and continue stretching, stretching, and stretching some more.'  I can add in some jogging in the pool on Friday to break the  monotony.  (I've already added in weights for my upper body to keep me amused, which will tell you something about how boring I'm finding this whole process.)

Now that the marathon isn't an issue, Adam thinks that I should continue to refrain from any attempt at running for the next 3-4 weeks.  This should give the calf strain - which is what is causing the most problems at the moment - a really good chance to heal. 

I expressed my horror at the delay; Adam expressed his belief that if he said to give it 2 weeks, then I'd be out there at 1 week trying to run and undoing all of his (and my) hard work.  I protested that I always do what he tells me to do, but for some reason this only made him laugh. 

I can't imagine why.