Uh oh. Mom’s mad. Bench presses. I’m going to wail on my pecs and then do my back. ~ Lester Burnham
So as predicted, I am a bit sore from my visit to the gym yesterday. So instead of whacking down handfuls of Vitamin I and crawling back into bed, I went to the dentist, ran 10 miles, then went to see Shirley at In Motion Rehabilitation for much needed physical abuse massage. Man, she does not pull any punches. At one point, she was doing something to my left hamstring that felt like she was trying to drive her elbow through my leg to China. I can’t confirm this, however because I was too busy burying my head into the table and seeing if I could keep her from noticing my sobs. Then she went to work on my back. I think I may have bitten through my lower lip.
Actually, it wasn’t all that bad. [Factually inaccurate – ed] It only hurt a little. [Understatement – ed] And I left the experience relaxed and calm. [Half truth – ed] I scheduled another appointment for next month. [Actually, this is true – ed]
So that was my day. Tomorrow, I am hoping to hook up with Pete for a recovery run and then watch some adventure film in preparation for this year’s Boulder Adventure Film Festival.
~stubert.