Hopped On The Assault Bike

Last week I had such a great week lifting, and everything felt amazing. Fast forward to Thursday evening. We were walking to Joy’s for supper and a couple of drinks when my foot hit one of the many pushed up sidewalks in this town. My ankle rolled, and my knee gave out. I didn’t fall as my core saved me. I twisted it, though, and it felt like fire shooting up deep in my core on the side I twisted.

It felt fine afterward. A little stiff but fine. Jump to Friday: I was walking up to the house and did the same thing when my foot caught underneath one of the pushed-up sidewalks. There are, I think, 3 like that within our block. That did not feel fine afterward, and my back, albeit slowly getting better, has been extremely stiff all week. The sad thing about that one is it is a rental property. I know it is. I know the landlord.

I have been doing something out in the garage each day this week, but I have been pretty limited with what I do. I have been sticking with bodyweight stuff or even just the rower. Even doing that, I have been keeping it to a lets just get some movement in type of workout.

The movement was nice and all, but the intensity is what I thrive on. This morning I came up with the idea of hopping on the assault bike. I thought I could keep that as intense or easy as I want depending on how I feel with it. Not only that, but that bike is a full-body deal. No matter what I do, it is going to get my heart rate up and get blood flowing in all of my muscles. It felt good to feel the movement in those deep muscles. I could feel them stretching as I was moving. I slowly ramped up the intensity too.

The soreness has not been debilitating for me. The worst of it is when I first get up from sitting or lying. Once my body hits a certain position, I feel the instant spasms. They go away almost right away now. Earlier in the week they hung on a bit longer, but now it passes. That’s how I know it is getting better.

Now that I think about it, I remember my foot catching in the sandbag handle when I was putting my shit away from doing deadlifts last week. I had a 35 plate in my hand on that side, and as you can imagine, that pulled me when my foot abruptly stopped. I guess that is what started the anger off.

I am a strong believer that one can almost always find a way to work around the issues they encounter. Hell, I do that with my vision. I am quick to say that people are making excuses when they choose to just sit on the couch rather than finding something they can do. I hold myself accountable too and try not to let that happen to me unless I have to. Like the other winter when I was violently sick.

I do this to keep that attitude reinforced in my mind. I don’t want to get lazy and not be able to move when I get old. God knows I’ve seen enough of that around me. Sure, I will be able to do less, but that doesn’t mean I’ll do nothing but stare at the TV all day.

The bike worked well today. It felt awful in every way I had hoped it would. I have been neglecting that for some time, but I need to make more use of it now.