Oh, yes. I really am a gigantic idiot*. Let me tell you why.
Yesterday. Went to the Y and did weight machines, two different types of bicep-training ones. Put on the most weight that I though I could handle so that I’d work my muscles to exhaustion like you’re supposed to. Then I went swimming. Did 800 meters. Worked on my breaststroke (first time!) and the crawl.
And I crocheted a bunch yesterday and pretty much all day today. Not typically heavy arm work-out, but I could feel it in my arms today for sure.
And tonight we ran 6.5 miles in the race. And I carried a water bottle, flashlight, and sometimes a clip board during the 2-hour downtown-Springfield scavenger hunt of a race.
I can’t bend my arms past 90 degrees without sharp, cuss-word inducing pain in the part of my bicep just before the crook of my elbow. But this is not the end of my attempt to convince you I am idiot. Lots of people over-train or occasionally forget to plain their workouts around races.
So when I got home, I took some NSAIDs (under supervision of the best doc in the world**), showered, inspected some chafing in sensitive places and applied the requisite Body Glide, and then went downstairs to heat up my rice heating pad thingy. Which had some safety pins on it from the last time I used it. I did not notice these before I put it in the microwave. I believe the relevant equation here is
metal + microwave = BAD
Yep, that’s it. Here’s the picture evidence. Look for the nasty black lines around the edge of the rotating tray. (Click for a larger view.)
Heard crackling. Remembered seeing those pesky pins and stopped the microwave. Reached to unhook the pins so I could throw the heating pad back in the microwave.
Well, guess what. Even when metal has only been in the microwave for 17 seconds, it is hot enough to burn you. Now I have a little white line on the side of my index finger exactly the width of a safety pin.
So, here I sit. Rice heating pad thingy balancing on my biceps, holding an ice cube between my index and middle finger. Typing with one hand.
See. Gigantic Idiot. I told you.
* Totally channeling from Sarah’s Brilliantly Creative blog.
** My daddy!