body alignment

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 ­čśÇ Dreaming of sorbetto… You know who else knows the way …

The butt chronicles

Pain in the ass

I want to scream, like full-on scream, a scream laced with vicious f-bombs, and with my fists punching the walls and my feet kicking the doors. I am mad as hell, and the source of my anger starts square in the middle of my ass. I ran to Fort Langley yesterday and I thought all I got out of it were a ton of lousy mosquito bites, but no, it seems I also got the gift of a pain in my ass. Oh freaking joy. Once again, my body (as diagnosed by Mario and I) is out of alignment. Cue the bloody F bombs! YESTERDAY’S RUN: 11 a.m. BG before: 7.9 Temp. basal: -50 per cent (4 hours) Distance: 15 km Average pace: 6:33 min/km Time: 1:39:09 Temp. basal: +50 per cent (2 hours) I wasn’t feeling the motivation for yesterday’s run. I’d had a few glasses of wine the …

Pain in the ass