I'm getting a butt massage in the morning! Yep, that's right! I'm a bit nervous. It sounds painful and...icky.
This is how sick my running addiction has become. I'm about to subject myself to having my butt massaged. My big 18 mile run on Saturday has me sidelined. I'm walking without limping now, but I probably won't be able to run until the weekend.
So far, I've been to the chiropractor for an adjustment. She referred me to a massage therapist. Specifically, they are working my piriformis muscle. It's in a huge knot (Does that make me a tight @ss? I crack myself up. Crack! Geez...that's two butt jokes in one paragraph! Sorry!)
Then, I have to go back to the chiropractor for another adjustment on Thursday.
And, my trainer is working up a new hip/knee/core strengthening workout for me on Thursday afternoon, and I've come up with some fun cross training workouts. They won't replace running, but at least they'll get my heart rate up until I can pound the pavement again. (And, I'm back on the 100 Pushups bandwagon if anyone wants to join in again!)
Who woulda thought it would take a whole team of people to keep me running? My running BFFs for motivation, my trainer, my run club trainer, my chiropractor and now a massage therapist (whom I'll need to see semi-regularly until this problem is cleared up.) Oh, and one husband who works and pays the bills so I can spend all my "free" time running and writing!