So I would have posted yesterday, but I got into an argument with my spouse and didn’t feel like it. Okay, Dayna? Sorry I took the easy way out. 🙂 And yes, we’re all better now.
Anyway. . .so yesterday I went running. For the first time ever. And I didn’t die. I’m quite proud, really. It’s just my butt has been achy and dire measures needed to be taken–like getting my butt (literally) in shape. I went with Dayna and Nicole, who were pretty patient with me and let me take lots of running breaks. It was pretty nippy outside, but it was sort of a good impetus to get moving and stay warm.
I didn’t think I had overdone it, but after we got back my psoas muscle was quite sore on the right side. (The psoas is that weird deep muscle inside your hip, it attachs your pelvis to the thighbone–and I know this, yes because of bellydancing) And due to the location of the psoas, you really can’t massage it. So we’ll see if I run tomorrow, I don’t want to wuss out but I don’t want make it worse either. I was going to do yoga tonight, but instead made brownies because it’s my turn to bring in treats to daycare. 🙂
Then, also yesterday I decided to get a chair massage at work. You have to pay for it, but it seemed like it would be a nice break. Except now it looks like I have two hickeys on the side of my neck and one is crusting (yes, that would be scabbing) over. Yes, a little too vigorous there. Not particularly relaxing. And the funny thing is, I was talking to Dayna and suddenly she starting looking at my neck and said, (And here is where I thought she was going to say, ‘Are those hickeys?’ and I was going to make a joke about the great make-up sex but instead she stole my thunder) “You had a chair massage, didn’t you?” Apparently large hickey-like bruises are not uncommon with this masseuse.
So now my groin and neck area are sore, and it’s not even from torrid lovemaking. How disappointing.