Yesterday’s Workout Stats:
Route: down to Washington St. and back up
Best Song: “I Won’t Back Down” by Tom Petty (Oh, the DRAMA.)
Just when I thought it was all over, my body went ahead and surprised me again. The good kind of surprise. I ran last night – 3 or 4 miles – without pain (!). Without pain in my shins, that is.
You read it correctly – the lower leg pain is gone, but perhaps it’s alleviation has made way for a new kind of physical angst. Now my back hurts. My lower back. Where I injured it high school after falling down slippery steps. Yes, it hurts, but I’m not complaining.
I’m going (again) to the Boston Bodyworker, but this time for a
excruciating pain-relieving back rub. I’m seeing another therapist because my former guy didn’t have availability.
Although … I’m rather glad to be seeing someone new because this someone happens to be a woman and even though they’re totally professional and I’m completely chill about everything in life (not EVEN), I understand there is some major “glute work” involved in this procedure (I kid you not), and, well, I’d guess I’d be more comfortable with a woman massaging my tush than a man. Is that wimpy?
Although this training has opened a Pandora’s Box of injuries and unexpected bodily maintenance costs, I’m still having fun, learning about myself, and growing cool muscles in places they’ve never been before.
Pain? What pain? I laugh at pain. Ha.