... yeah, so i went for a nice long run on saturday and pulled a muscle in my groin.
that is a terrible word. there must be a better word than that. groin??? it sounds like the noise a garbage disposal makes when full of gelatin. UGHHHH. groin groin groin. ow.
anyway, i was three miles into my run. from the car. meaning: i had to run three miles back to the car to get home. great.
for a few seconds i was really worried, but i stretched and massaged myself and got fairly comfortably back on the trail, just running, like, 10-11 min miles instead of 8:30-9 min miles. (sidenote: this stretching and especially the massaging were fairly NSFW activities given the location of my problem; i was doing all of this in an empty parking lot beside the trail, and in the midst of my action i saw had a sign warning of surveillance cameras? are people all going to this wooded lake park to shoot up and get teen pregnant or something? anyway, i hope somebody's got some prize footage of sweaty stinky me doing groin adjustments.)
so, that was annoying and dumb.
sunday, i swam. breast stroke, not doable, given the thing with the whip kick? yeah, no whipping. so, i did a lot of front crawl, which is more tiring so i guess good? and today i did strength and pilates stuff and nothing hurts at all, so tomorrow i will get on the treadmill (look at me! exercising caution! not getting stuck in the woods! like a boss!) and on we stumble.
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