Friday, September 14, 2007

Just Because

Moveitfred doesn't know what to post to quell the fury of Al, so he'll post this:



A few observations:

1) Contestant #1 in the foreground seems to need a pearl necklace adjustment.
2) Contestant #2 is giving the ol' fake "let me pretend I'm sipping this malt beverage like a good girl." Moveitfred ain't buying it. She's as kinky as her hair.
3) Contestant #3: pound, baby, pound 'til your eyes cross!
4) Moveitfred is intrigued by the dimpled frosty mug design and wonders if, like a golf ball, this aero treatment helps move the mug more efficiently from tabletop to lips.

motivation-AL

Al Reveals His Deepest Fears



Well, I'm coming along...slowly. I've been stretching, spinning, swimming, massaging, resting, icing, compressing, elevating, load bearing, and fucking grumbling...a lot. I'm improving, but, as I say, it is slow.

I'd love to get out for a long run. And I want to crank out a real road ride. I'm so gay from all this low res trainer shit that I'm thinking of getting a gel seat...and sissy bars with tassles...in pink.

Anyway, just thought I'd update you as the other two fags are incommunicado. Heywood may be dead, in fact. I can't remember the last time we got one of his riveting posts. ("Ma says the cows may have brucellosis. Susie says the Plymouth threw a rod. Johnny says he and Pa have to mend the fences out in the pasture. They're planning on growing alfalfa next year...")

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

"Take a look over head," Fred (Nostalgic-AL)

Fred don't know diddly. Al's got radioactive blood, yo.

eventu-AL

Wherein Al describes his misery.


Well, loyal readers, Al is unhappy. I am missing a tri this weekend due to this injury. There is one more in early October that I was hoping to make a miraculous comeback for, but instead I feel like a fat, stupid, bleach blonde, trailer-trash, bitch who can't dance and sure as shit can't sing.



Rehab has been slow and painful. I have been biking with little or no resistance on the trainer, swimming, and doing some stretching/light load bearing exercises religiously for the last 2-3 weeks. Today, I tried to walk on the treadmill at a faster than normal pace. I also tried run/trotting a little. I made it about 1/4 mile when I felt the calf tighten up. I immediately stopped and switched to the trainer. FUCK!!!!!

This is a slow business. I must remind myself that I've come back from worse, that I can't rush this, that eventually all will be well.

One positive note has been this stick massager I got. Really gets a deep tissue rub going. I like it! (And no, heywood and Fred, you can't borrow mine.) No worries, folks, I'll hang in there. Just wishing this would hurry up and heal.