Last year while down in Tucson we started the ice cream routine.
It began with a little street soccer, which gradually transformed to rolling the ball back and fourth. Before long we found ourselves sitting on the curb reminiscing on the day's training, considering what flavor would best suit our cool down.
Mint Chocolate Chip, Moose Tracks, Cookie Dough . . .
The routine has carried through this year:
Hamstrings then quads, hamstrings then quads, hamstrings then quads. . . Moose Tracks on the legs feels so good.
Rest well.
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