Monday, January 21, 2013

Tight! Too tight.

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From about the middle of my neck down to my gut, and from my wrists in, and chest to trap, I am TIGHT.  A bit of looking did find some data.  It looks like too much caffeine could be a part of, or even the problem.  If I think that is just another pseudo-science polemic junk science notion, personally.  One of the vitamin deficiencies which can cause tightening is B-12.  The thing is that is a part of what I take, in part to counter what the water pill might be removing, if only taken three times a week but on top of a daily multivitamin which includes it.  Now if stressed B-12 might not be absorbed well, but that isn't my problem.  I'm not sure how to get the kinks out, either.  Oh, some sites suggest stretching.  Other sites are calling stretching into question, greatly, at least static stretching, and for almost any reason.  I am actually in agreement regarding static stretching.  Warmups, maybe.  Perhaps shaking off at a break, perhaps.  But simply stretching out has always been a fail for me, and I eschew it.

I know, in the pool, toward the end, it was more like... my upper body was becoming... concrete.  Or more that the water had mixed with the stuff and it was beginning to set (yes, there is underwater setting concrete, the Romans had it, actually, if it was lost to be "reinvented" much later I think).  I was becoming so tight that my strokes were a bear.  I could still do them, it just... it was taking a heck of a lot to get that arm over, then the other.  Setting concrete, that is exactly what it felt like.  And, no, I don't feel cold in the pool, save a touch when I enter.  Besides, I don't think they make, nor would I wear, a swim shawl.  :p  I'll have to do some more investigating.  But this is what has been and continues to be the problem with swimming three times a week.  I want some of my... fleshly power back, damnit!  I have things to do.  Bah!  I don't even care if I look any better, if that shouldn't be too hard, one way, impossible in any real way.

Ah, but come to think of it, it might not be just the tightness.  Unless that is costing me a great deal more to overcome, thereby tiring me out too much?  I am, as well, quite tired shortly after the swim, and pretty much all of last week.  I did overdo things, period.  And then, maybe, medicine played it's part.  Still, one problem at a time.  Sometimes fixing one thing fixes other things, but not always.  It certainly can't be counted on.  I suppose, considering my age and condition I shouldn't be too judgmental, harsh, or pushy.  And yet, not just for B.M but for the rest of my life, I need to keep going and I have this hurdle that is just in the way.  I'll keep looking, maybe talk to someone somewhere.  I am sure I can do this, I just to need to see how.

Good night.

2 comments:

  1. Thinking here...might be your extremely high pain tolerance is masking the fact that you've just seriously overdone it and have knots in your muscles everywhere.

    I could point you to a place here in Tucson that does good massages, PLUS Happy Ending.

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  2. I don't know. I do know that, like I said, my muscles have been outright twitching. Put a quarter on some spots and before long it would go flying. I may just have to look at my finances and see about a massage. Minus the "happy ending". I've stayed clean, regarding women and that, for some time now. I'm not going to mess it up, AND pay. If I have to mess that up I can do that for free. *grins*

    I keep forgetting about pain tolerance. In reading about those with gigantism, if usually when they are taller than me, they can lose sensitivity due to the literal length of nerve spans. While technically not a giant, in that way, that I grew after maturity and well into adulthood, I am very atypical too. And, I was taller than Andre the Giant, when we were both 12, if he weighed almost twice what I weighed. I even wonder if, in his parents willingness and ability to feed him as per his seeming need and my mothers inability... if that played a part in the difference between how our lives turned out? Seriously, feeding versus starving the situation might really mean the difference between him and myself. (Not that I starved, simply, I was ALWAYS hungry and only got "normal" amounts of food at "normal" times, unlike what a farm boy in a traditional family might get.)

    I'll bet I am one of the few who have anything like his ability to drink alcohol that you will ever meet. I'm out of shape that way, though. I'll be working on it. Still, I chucked a six-pack the way most guys would store a beer. Sadly, I didn't even get a buzz. Then again, near his largest, it took 1 1/2 to 2 fifths of vodka to catch a buzz, not get drunk just... catch that alcohol hum. Thankfully he made the kind of money that made that easily possible.

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