The butt chronicles

Monday could have been a bad day, it had all the elements of being a super rotten day. After a restless night of tossing and turning, I woke up and before even moving, knew the pain in my butt had not gone away. In fact, it had intensified. Mario and I had planned on going for a ride that morning, but after more than an hour of icing it, rolling on the foam roller, lying on a tennis ball, and having two hot baths, I made the executive decision that my butt needed a day off from all exercise. And I was miserable, completely miserable. But an afternoon of walking along the beach in Steveston and filling up on frutti di bosco and sour apple sorbetto, my mood was lifted. Yep, my husband knows the way to my heart 😀

Dreaming of sorbetto…

You know who else knows the way to my heart? My physio! Have I mentioned lately just how much I love this guy, like seriously LOVE him? I called him up first thing Tuesday morning desperate for an appointment, but doubtful I’d get in. He’s a pretty busy guy; apparently others love him too. But after pleading with his secretary, telling her I couldn’t possibly wait until the 15th!!! they squeezed me in late in the afternoon.

Not even a minute in his exam room and he was confirming mine and Mario’s diagnosis: I was out of alignment. Both my ankles were jammed up, and my left hip “seriously torked.” He yanked out the ankles, then the hip, then gave me some ultrasound therapy, then told me “no running for 24 hours.” Twenty four hours? That’s easy. I thought for sure he’d tell me to give it a couple of weeks. Maybe he’s catching on to the fact I just don’t listen 😉

YESTERDAY’S BIKE TRAINER:

• 9:45 p.m. BG before: 8.1
• Temp. basal: -50 per cent (0.5 hours)
• Time: 30 minutes
• 10:30 p.m. BG after: 7.0
• Temp. basal: +50 per cent (0.5 hours)

Butt update: Today, no pain. Oh happy day 😀