And aspirin. Yeah, that’s the ticket. Because I forgot how much pain P90X inflicts upon my body. Is this just a woman thing? Guys, do you remember how much it sucked the last time you started working out hard? Of course you do because that’s the way you’re wired. But oh no, not us ladies. We forget these painful things until they are upon us again. Like childbirth. Because really? If you could really remember what that felt like, would you go through it again? Yeah, some of you would. I would not and I don’t remember.
So let’s see…a quick body check:
- Neck – finally feels better after two hard snowboarding crashes.
- Shoulders – ouch
- Upper back – tight
- Delts and pecs – don’t even ask
- Obliques – don’t turn around quickly
- Abs – surprisingly painless
- Hips – that neverending story of discomfort
- Quads – I have scootch leg, I swear
- Hammies – not too bad
- Hip flexors – trying to claw their way out of my body
- Calves – need more stretching but at least they don’t hurt
- Feet – need love
So those feet, let’s chat about them for a moment. If you watch football, and of course you watch football, or any other sport, or you STRUGGLE TO POINT YOUR TOES, perhaps you’ve heard of plantar fasciitis. This little nasty can happen when the fascia on the bottom of your feet tightens up. From what I understand, it hurts a lot. Right, Eli?
Don’t wanna get that? Hell, no. Me either. To work towards never having this terrible ailment, get that lacrosse ball out and roll out those arches! If you’re like me, it’s gonna hurt like hell, but you’ll suffer through because a pointed toe/foot is so much prettier than a flexed one. And we all use and abuse our poor feet so much, they deserve some lovin too.
You’re still here? Go get that ball and get to rolling! I’ll see you back here tomorrow after work, Zumba, and, as come on, Shoulders and Arms and Ab Ripper X?!? I’m done.
No, I didn’t eat my ice cream too fast, nor did I drink my daquiri too fast. No, dear reader, today, whilst out on the mountain, I unwittingly inhaled really hard to clear the snowboarding snot (how ladylike, right?) and I had my gloved hand up against my nose. Said glove had snow on it which I inhaled with zeal, much like I imagine a cokehead would inhale that first/second/however many line. Let me tell you that this takes brain freeze to a whole new level. Kinda like an even sharper ice pick to the brain. Ouch.
A 38 year old, a 40 year old, and a 41 year old walk onto Peak 7. They ride all day, skipping going to the top of Peak 6, hitting Peak 8 and Peak 9 also. 8 hours later, they’re lying around the house wondering if anyone got the license plate of the truck that hit them all. There are sore bums, knees, hips, shoulders, and pretty much everything else going on in this house. Thank goodness we decided to take tomorrow off to lay around and watch football, but we’re going back on Monday. Yes, we’re insane. Or at least two of the three of us are.
I thought that driving up and riding and coming back on the same day would really suck. It’s actually not that bad. I did have to switch out driving duties about 40 minutes away from the house, but my eyes really just wanted to close. I think it had something to do with concentrating on the road because as soon as we played Chinese Fire Drill, I was nice and awake. I’m weird like that though.
Now that I am horribly sore, I am once again considering going to get a massage. I would really be interested in hearing someone’s reviews of Massage Envy. It’s a chain of sorts so I automatically have shied away from it. Perhaps you could recommend someone? Here are my criteria:
- Preferably a dude although I’ve had a few female massage therapists that have had really strong hands, dudes are just naturally stronger. Also, they tend to talk less. I don’t want to have a conversation; I want a massage. I’ll let you know if the pressure is too much.
- On that pressure point (ha! see what I did there?!?!), like they said in Dodgeball, “Go Balls Deep!” The very last thing I want is a “massage” where you’re just running your hands over my arms/legs/back/etc. I’m pretty active. I have muscles that have been used and abused. Fascia like rocks. No smooth muscle fibers. Is there something deeper than deep tissue? I want that.
Two things. That’s it. Is that so much to ask? I don’t think so. Oh, can I keep it under $100 too? Not necessarily under $100 including the tip, but pre-tip, that would be nice. Yeah, so if you know someone, shoot me a line, would ya? While I’m waiting, I think I’m going to turn in. I still have to try to work out in the morning. Take care!
Ohhhhh, it’s 9pm and I’m just now getting to today’s post. But making it, that’s the positive. Let’s keep it positive.
Since Lovey reminded me that I had money left on my gift card, I went out and bought a sandwich maker. You know, those ones where you put in an English muffin or a bagel, then some meat and/or veggies, cheese, an egg, and the bread top and it makes you like an Egg McMuffin in 5 minutes. I am so excited to have my salmon and egg white on muffin tomorrow!
I didn’t think that I was pushing my body very hard yesterday when I went to FabPole. However, today my body says differently. So many fun bumps and owwies. I’m sure that will make P90X feel absolutely wonderful tomorrow. Hopefully the stretch afterwards will make it better.
Again, I’m not going to make myself feel bad if I don’t put down 750 words in each post. I’m just getting started.