My hamstrings hurt this morning. More my left than my right. It was a day-after-the-gym-proof-that-I actually-worked-out-why-did-I-push-it-so-hard-could-I-have-pushed-it-even-farther kind of hurt. It was a good hurt. I woke up to this hurt around 4:30 this morning. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep.
But, holy [expletive]! My HAMSTRINGS HURT! MY hamstrings hurt! MY HAMSTRINGS HURT!*
Before everyone thinks that I’ve gone insane: My. Hamstrings. Hurt. Translated: I can feel my hamstrings! I haven’t felt my hamstrings since (ballpark guestimate) August 12, 2013. How do I know that? That’s the day before I became paralyzed. My hamstrings haven’t really worked since. In fact, I’d kind of assumed they somehow jumped out of my legs and were sitting on some beach sipping mai tais. I wouldn’t know they were there because I couldn’t feel them.
But today. I. Felt. Them. They. Hurt. A glorious hurt! A marvelous hurt! The most wonderful hurt that has ever hurt in the history of hurts. I knew that GunShow pushed me yesterday at the gym. We did some exercises that we’d never done before. That I’d never really contemplated before. He’s probably going to claim he’d researched and thought of it ahead of time, but I’m pretty sure that he creatively came up with it on the fly when I said “I want to try the rowing machine sometime when there’s less people around.” His reply was “Let’s do it now. No one is ever looking.” (Um, rude. I was having a good hair day. I’m sure they were looking.) But I decided to go for it. The transfer took about 5 minutes because halfway through I started laughing (the kind of laughing that made Ninja Trainer come over to watch because he probably thought I was crying) and kind of got stuck. But, I eventually made it onto the world’s tiniest rowing machine seat (I’m pretty sure it’s actually normal size, but in my nervousness, it was the size of a pinhead). And instead of rowing, GS had the brilliant idea to have me “walk” my self forward and backward using the moving seat. It was more of a pushing back with my quads and pulling forward with my hamstrings. The pushing back was pretty easy because my quads have always been kind of present in the past few years. The pulling forward was tough. I had to try to not cheat by using my arms or core to pull myself. But while it was slow, I was able to do it! I think we did 8 or 10 or 503 reps. I wasn’t really counting.
I knew that I pushed it yesterday because my legs were tingly all day. But now, if you need me, I’m going to sit here enjoying this wonderful post-leg-day hurt. I earned it! I deserve it! I can FEEL it!!
*Note for my mom: Don’t worry mom, it’s a good hurt. Not a “I did too much and hurt myself” kind of hurt. You don’t have to worry, I’m OK.