Recovery booster
After fencing on Sunday, and again I wasn't going for the gold or anything, I went out to have some fun, get some exercise and hang out with friends. I was completely successful on all counts. However, Monday all day I felt like I had fenced and then walked home from Raleigh. I was exhausted, my muscles were exhausted and recovery wasn't on anyone's radar.
By the end of the day I was more than a little worried about being able to do anything at all in my foil class. Mario was back but he had been out a week sick and I didn't know what condition I would find him in. It seems to me in situations there is only ever one thing that will do. Protein!!! And as much as I can hold.
So just before leaving for foil, I ate an order of chicken wings, and an order of General Tso's chicken (no rice please, I'm trying to quit). I scarfed the food down before I was really aware I was eating, it was disappointing to see it gone. The effect however was almost as good as the effect spinach has on Popeye. I got to class, dealt with the biological issues associated with suddenly having battered deep fried chicken in a fat and sodium laden sauce, and commenced to fence some pretty decent foil. It was a good night.
Now today, I feel like the Monday after should have felt. The lesson I have learned is this. The meal I eat after a fencing tournament should be meat. Not a sprinkle of meat on a salad. Salad? I must have lost my freakin' mind. Clearly I had forgotten the Omnivore's Creed, and it won't happen again. Balance in all things, measured by weight, not by volume.
