After yesterday's race I was feeling quite sorry for myself. My hip was sore, not my best race. Waa, waa, waa. Whoa is me. But after refueling with
chocolate milk a double vodka tonic (I like potatoes, fried, mashed, baked, triple distilled) which D made me in the very appropriate I'm Very Bitter glass,
and rolling the crap out of my IT band I felt much better about life.
|Spent the rest of the day in triple sweats and slipper socks. The cold weather and I do not see eye to eye.|
This morning I woke up and ran a mile on the treadmill to keep the streak alive. Then did an hour of yoga and felt pretty good. The hip is still a little sore but already feeling better.