Gosh you guys, I was thinking the worst case scenario all week with my IT band/hamstring pain. I was so worried I would have to miss out on Two Cities again.
See, I wasn’t lying when I told you I’m my own worst enemy.
I met with my physical therapist, Jeff this morning.
He did several strength tests and asked a lot of questions. And then just when I thought it was all in my head, he was able to pin point the issue.
He even admitted it was a little difficult to figure out. That’s why I have “people” folks.
And I’d like to point out the fact that Jeff was quite impressed with my strength. This is a pleasant surprise to me, because it’s something I really despise doing, but know it’s the only way I can continue to run injury free so I suck it up & do it.
Anyway my hips were misaligned. Especially the left one.
After a lot of pushing & pulling, which didn’t hurt at all at the time, I’m all dialed in.
We think it’s caused by running on the side of the road towards traffic, which has a slant. It totally makes sense.
Then I rewarded him for his hard work and genius brain with this…
I am a peach I tell ya.
Then I took my achy self to Starbucks. Because if anything’s going to help me love this pain, it’s the ‘bucks.
In other news Mike’s getting off work early today. He has a dentist appointment to fix the tooth he cracked yesterday.
He is the one in a million where the pain/numbing juice does not work. The dentist didn’t believe him at first, but figured out really fast he wasn’t lying.
They end up giving him so much, it makes him feel sick.
Then send his grumpy, I’m in so much pain butt home to me.
How sweet of them.
I drank that coffee before lunch and now I have the jitters and want to go on a majorcleaningIcantstop spree.
Giada can cook. Her Roasted Garlic pasta sauce is my favorite. I stocked up yesterday when I saw it on sale.
This morning Ronda & I were texting about her cousin who had a PET scan yesterday. He had cancer and completed chemo & radiation last year. He’s in remission and having some pain. He’s really worried about the test results.
He has every right to feel that way, heck I would probably feel worse. But we were talking about how we tend to build things up in our heads and to make them bigger than they really are.
We think everything will be just fine. We’re pulling for you cupcake!!
Are you allergic to any medication or is there one that doesn’t work you?
Not that I know of, but there’s only one way to find out.
When was the last time you made a mountain out of an ant hill? How did it turn out?