I’m writing a sports tip this week. Stranger things have happened. Well, maybe not.
If anyone knows me, they know I’m not sports inclined. That’s stating it mildly. I’m 48 years old and I’ve never had an interest in sports. Zero. Nada. Because of that, I know little to nothing about any sports and it doesn’t matter which one it is. You name it and I can proceed to tell you nothing about it.
Yet, I’m about to give you a sports tip.
My boyfriend knows pretty much everything. He’s what I would call a sports enthusiast. He’s always watching something – basketball, baseball, football, golf, racing, hockey, etc. – and participating, if one is available, in fantasy leagues and online stuff.
No, that’s not the tip. I’m continuing to explain my lack of sports knowledge, which probably takes more time than what I actually know about sports.
He was watching an extreme amount of football – by my standards, not his. As I understand it, there’s a season for that. I know about spring, summer, fall and winter. Never knew about a fifth season. I mentioned this football fascination to a co-worker and that I was thinking about buying a sports-related shirt just for kicks.
Seth stated, “First thing you need to know is it’s called a jersey.”
Everyone thought that was funny, including me. Apparently, it’s not called a jersey when its basketball. Who knew?
I am, however, kind of competitive. Apparently, you can be competitive in nature and not get into organized sports.
Case in point, Morris Multimedia’s walking competition that runs from June 1-30. I’m already in training for it. I’m examining my food intake and when during the day that I eat. I’m also trying to up my steps per day.
I started walking 3.6 miles a day. That’s good, but it’s not enough to win a competition. It’s not even enough to end the competition in decent standing within the Southern Standard staff. If I’m going to enter, I don’t want to lag behind my co-workers.
So, on Thursday, I walked 5.4 miles. Now, if I could do 5.4 miles daily, I would probably end the competition in a good standing. However, it about killed me. I was finishing up that final lap and didn’t think I would make it back to the car. My legs were burning. I did, mostly because I had no other viable alternative, if I didn't make it back to the car.
That night, I took four ibuprofen, a hot shower and decided to rub maximum strength Icy Hot on my legs.
Icy Hot has menthol and methyl salicylate – also known as counterirritants. They work by causing the skin to feel cool and then warm. These feelings on the skin distract you from feeling the aches/ pains deeper in your muscles. I wanted that distraction, but in a confined area.
Sports tip: When you overdo it on Icy Hot, rinse off the excess, use olive oil and rinse again. It helps.
Standard reporter Lisa Hobbs can be reached at 473-2191.