Lying to the Teacher & Things I Hate Thursday

For those of you that are lucky enough to have escaped the evils of physical therapy, let me explain something to you.

It's like being in school.  School where they hurt you.

You have homework, tests, lectures. 

The homework is my stretching, strengthening, foam rolling, icing, etc.  The tests are all of the crazy things he makes me do during my appointment to test my range of motion, pain (which is great fun), and flexibility.

The running is like... a science fair project.  It's really awesome, and I just want to work on it all the time by myself so I can be done with it.  And then I can start running however I want to.   Er... science-fair-projecting however I want.  Here's where the analogy starts to fall off a bit.

Anyway, today, the teacher is going to want to know how my science fair project is going.  Well, honestly, it's not going great, but do I want to tell the teacher that?  No!  I want him to think it's going awesome so I don't have more homework, and have to stay in class over the summer... and so I can RUN!  Are you guys still with me here?

Yeah, my ankle hurts.  So does my shin, my calf.  My ankle actually hurts to the touch, which worries me.  Although I'm not entirely convinced it's not due to the frostbite I sustained a few weeks ago.

But seriously, I don't even want to tell this dude, because my runs are going to get chopped down, and I'll be in PT for the rest of my life.

Since I know how much you guys love hearing me kvetch this early in the morning... it's time for..........

I hate it when I'm cruising on a medical website, reading about what to do if your kid happened to eat a bag of the silica gel that comes with shoes and stuff (just an example, that probably didn't even happen), and the most DISGUSTING pictures come up on the side of the site.  Seriously, who needs to see a disgusting yellow toenail all curled up and gross... or a close up of a brown recluse spider bite.... or an avulsed eyeball, or any number of disgusting skin infections.  Seriously!  I'm shuddering just thinking about it.  Ugh.

You're welcome for this pleasant post. 

They Tell Me I Should Go To Rehab....

...but I foam, foam roll.

ha.  That's a little something I've been working on with Amy Winehouse... no big deal.

My foam roller and I have become best buds... so much so that my kiddos now want to get in on the action.  They start on one side and roll on their bellies until their faces smash into the ground.  They love it.



Try not to be jealous of my hot starry pj pants.



Here we come!

Going for a little walk/run here soon... first time in 17 days!  Pretty pumped, especially since it's supposed to be sixty degrees and sunny... finally!!

Hope you all have a wonderful Wednesday!