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Monday, February 22, 2010

Walkin' the Dog(s)

A few weeks ago, I pulled a back muscle when I was lifting a case of water. What? Water is heavy. And, sloshy. After it happened, I told my boss that you never realize how much you use your back until you can't use it anymore.

On Wednesday night my husband suffered a grade 3 rupture of his gastrocnemius, which is a fancy way of saying he badly tore a big muscle in his calf. He was shooting hoops when it happened. Okay, not so much shooting hoops as he was coaching fifth-grade, girl's basketball. What? Dribbling around 11 year old girls is hard. Especially if you're 38.

Since then, he has been on crutches and unable to do much. And, let me just say that you never realize how much you use your husband until you can't use him anymore.

Every single morning, rain, shine, sleet or snow (in Ohio, it's mostly the rain, sleet and snow part) he walks our dogs. The 11 year old Labrador could probably survive without her daily jaunt, but there is no doubt that she is in such great shape because of my husband, so we like to keep her active.

However, the one year old Labrador, Daisy, needs this exercise. She needs it like I need water, and air and beer.

Every day, my husband walks three miles with the dogs. They run off-leash most of that distance and likely cover twice the ground he does. Then Daisy comes home with her thick tail whacking everything in its path, she grabs a toy, slobbers on my jeans and looks at me as if to say, "I'm just getting warmed up, lady. Let's play!"

Thanks to my husband's injury, for the past four days I have been walking the dogs. If you can call it that. It's more like getting pulled down to the park, letting them off-leash, then running 200 yards through shin-deep snow, in my big, clunky snow boots, to get Daisy because she has run off to steal another dog's ball.

It is exhausting and after only four days, my body is sore. My left hand is blistered, my ribs feel bruised, I have shin splits and my thigh muscles are like jello. It's a workout like none other.

I'm actually kind of hoping that I rupture my gastrocnemius.

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One of the reasons I am not a dog lover, that and apparently, it's illegal ;-)
I can't walk my dog without a Gentle Leader

It makes it so they can only pull with their nose, not their whole body weight. My 90 pound dog would walk ME without it.

They have them at PetSmart.

On a positive note, you will be all set for swimsuit season by Easter.
Yeah I hear ya. And I can't wait for my wife to have this baby allready so she can take over emptying the cat litter box.
Feel better, the both of you.
Oh, I so totally agree. Husbands are very useful to have around. Now, go read Bee, aka Emma, aka Jenn's post about her sophisticated and be careful not to spit your coffee.
Oh man, that is a nasty injury for your husband! I hope he feels better!

Sidenote: Keep walking the dogs, you will be VERY happy with the results ha ha ha. ;) I'm with Weaselmomma, you'll be swimsuit ready in NO time!
So it will require doing bodily harm to myself to convince My Love to finally walk the dog?

Small price ...
Heal quickly, both of you!
Yikes. I hope you feel better soon. I can personally attest to just how painful shin splits can be!
goodness hope your both better soon...and this is why i own a weenee doggers...I am bigger than her...well most of the time...

Ah, just let her off the leash, and take some beer with you on the walk :)

You'll both be fine!
If you take them off the leash, you may never have to walk them again!!

Perhaps you should hire a dog walker.
Consider the forgot about how bad your back hurts. :D
This is why adults should stop doing sports...just dress like you do sports, but don't actually do could hurt yourself...and I count lifting as a sport.

yes...and I run with a stupid Husky wolf dog and I swear to's like herding cats on a leash...stupid dog...

I feel your pain
I can relate to the dog-walking woes, having once had a dog that was a 'puppy' until the day she died.

I think it's interesting that part of the body starting with 'gastro' is actually in the leg?!?
Dude, just swing by the Home Depot around 8AM on a Saturday and pick up one of the replacement husbands hanging out there. You know the guys I'm talking about, right?
LOL, mrsmouthy!!!
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