The glamorous life of someone trying to get fit.
I have managed to rip my right oblique muscle, if you can believe that. All of my internet researches lead me to this conclusion. I appear to be a textbook case of it.
The good news is it’s not too severe. The bad news is I’m to rest it until it gets better. The experts say don’t use your abdominal muscles. And then, every website essentially says, “Yeah, like that’s going to happen! Haha! Poor you!” Because we always use our obliques, you know?
So. Ice, rest, and stretching. I probably wouldn’t be in this mess if I were more careful about stretching. Guys, always stretch. Don’t be a Schaff-Stump, ‘kay? Seriously. Plantar fasciitis? Because I didn’t stretch enough. I am the anti-stretching role model. That makes me a BAD role model.
Good, if rough, progress on the book. Shari Pitch. I love her because she’s snotty. You’ll love her because she’s…well, still snotty.
I’m off to Decorah this weekend to go see art galleries and fellow VP XIIIer Matt Hughes. It should be a wonderful autumn weekend.
Catherine
