Heat. Ice. Stretch. Heat. Ice. Stretch.
That pretty much sums it up. My calf feels better today. Thanks go to loyal Snowman Says reader and massage expert with lots of official letters after her name, Shannon, who traded tasty dinner for calf examination and massage last night. No running today, and probably no running tomorrow, so my take-it-easy week is turning into be-sedentary week. Oh well. The good news is that it doesn't seem like a serious injury—just a giant, painful lump of waste material in my calf. Tight calf, less blood flow, metabolic waste build up, pain, blah blah blah. I'm going to take a couple days off, and then get back at it.
The upside is that today I actually did some strength work. Those core exercises that I said were essential to my "training" after the Mid-Winter 10 Mile Classic—I've been really doing a good job with those. And, by good job, I mean I haven't done them once. Yup, I'm a slug. A stupid slug. Instead of running, today I did crunches, the bird dog, the weird pelvic thrust thing, push ups and a couple other things. It sucked. I hate strength exercises. It's a good thing that I'm so naturally buff.