I’m finally getting my bike legs back. Did 15 30/30s tonight and was feeling great afterwards. Sent an email to the coach and his response was simply #happycoach. My swimming isn’t back to form yet, but getting the bike back near form is pretty great. Running is what it is, which is getting back to marathon form.
Why I’m Not (Still) Playing Rugby:
When I was in college, I played rugby for a year. I loved it (or at least, I loved the camaraderie). But I didn’t stick with it (like most sports before it). Why not? Well, for one, I hated to hit other people, and I hated to get hit. I sprained my knee in one game while making a hit; a teammate rolled into my knee and that night it swelled up to a nice large black and blue mass. Another time, I got spiked onto my tailbone by a forward. But the real nail in the coffin came when I went home that summer and played a bit of tennis: I dislodged cartilage in my wrist. Coming back to school in the fall, I realized I couldn’t brace my falls with my wrist. Any time I landed on it, a shot of pain went through my arm. So that’s when I decided to stop playing rugby. Not that I would’ve ever been as good as I wanted to be at it (I was too small, slow and afraid to hit).
