It was actually resistance day today, and my son was planning to play tennis with a friend so everything was supposed to go smoothly. I had a special work day today so when I got home, I was going to relax a while and then start week 3 of the Beast Block. It was not to be. When I got home my son was acting all sulky and depressed so I asked what was the matter. He said that his friend couldn't play because his back was hurting. Oh no! Then it came... "Daddy, can you play with me?" What's a father to say? Add to that the fact that he will be leaving home for college in less than 2 months, no brainer. Then came the really cool tough question, "Can we play for two hours?" I was quite wary of this because my back and glute quite tender from yesterday's session. But, like a sap, I said yes. I old later regret it. Also, if we were going to play on schedule, we had to leave in less than 30 minutes so no relaxing.
We started to play from 5pm. It was not too bad, but knowing we were scheduled for two hours, I couldn't come out hitting the blistering shots like yesterday, I would have to pace myself. It was okay, but my inconsistency frustrated me. Then, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, the chill started to set in. Much colder than last night, but thankfully no wind. But my back and glute started to tighten up again. I was in literal pain every time I had to bend, or drop low for a ball. It was a very high and low sort of day. Hitting some awesome shots, then a spell of junk. I tried to stretch it out, but I could never get enough time. Anyway, I stuck it out for the whole two hours without complaining, but with a lot of grunting and groaning. We both breathed in really cold air so at the end of it, we were both coughing some. On top of that, I hadn't fueled up sufficiently so I was dead tired. Exhausted! But that time with my son will be our time forever. What more can I ask for?
In the end, I torched a whopping 1450+kcals. Sweat, pain and more pain were all worth it to see my son having fun with his old man.
Later that evening, I made the time to do the Splits and Flow. I actually got lower than I expected to with the splits. Flow was as expected, smooth and clean. This week will be an odd week. I don't think my rickety old body can handle 13 straight days of pounding workouts, so I may have to put in a day of yoga or stretching or something lore impact. Or I might try to muscle it out. Who knows! I'll just do my best and forget the rest!
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