Yesterday I was taking photos of chocolate animals with my camera. Today I was helping out with a real dog on a set. Crazy couple of days!
Meanwhile, yesterday I went to get a post race massage and I about punched the masseuse when she started on my priformus muscle. I think I was white knuckle-gripping the massage table as it hurt so freaking bad! She also discovered a lovely knot of soreness on the outside of my left calf and said while my hammies are great (huzzah!), my calves were not. I’m angry in that I think I need to go back to physical therapy but thanks to my crap insurance (I only have catastrophic insurance with a $5,000 deductible), all of the appointment costs will be out of pocket. Not sure if I want to drop hundreds of dollars right now.
This anxiety about my angry muscles set off another wave of issues as I realized I am 6 weeks out from my marathon (what. the. frick) and I need to get at least a 15 mile, and 18 mile and a 22 mile long run in. Each of which will mean asking a family member to watch my daughter for a long period of time (I really hate imposing on others). Oh and I need to do more yoga for the tight calves. Oh and I need to cross train more. And make sure I rest enough to allow my body to recover! And get back to meal planning and calorie counting. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
But tonight, John and I are going to catch the movie “Dark Shadows” as I need a good belly laugh. And a vodka tonic as I need the tonic water (obviously). As for the marathon training and the sore muscles, I’ll quote Scarlet O’Hara when I say “After all… tomorrow is another day.”
Just so you know,
the chocolate hippo and the chocolate zebra are tucked in for the night.
They are still intact and un-eaten. I couldn’t bare to break into the little works of art.
They will live to play another day.
Good night tumblrs!
John is trying to put his socks on and can only look at his feet, let alone bend down to put them on.
I tried to do some yoga and was super tight and afraid I was going to pull a muscle. I did some light warrior poses, pigeon, other hip openers. I’ll need to do a full routine after work.
Funny how when you cross a finish line of a race, you feel immortal. Now, the next morning, I feel like a 90 year old!