Last night I was having a stunning evening. I had arranged that Mr OL came straight home from work to see to Little OL and I went down to the beachfront to go for a run. It was a nice evening – if I bit windy but it’s PE so I did not expect much different.
I had run about 6 or 7 km when I started planning in my head what my BBM status. Hmmm “Awesome, Awesome, Awesome” was pretty much what I had decided. Things were going well and I was loving life…. AND THEN
OUCH – something happened to my BUTT. Sudden shooting pains are not good. Each time I tried to lift my leg I felt like somebody jabbed my butt with a hot poker. The worst part was that I was about 3 kms away from my car. My BBM status (in my head) suddenly went from “Awesome, Awesome, Awesome” to “#$#%$#$#!” and a few other unprintable words. Not a happy camper. 3Km is a long way to walk when your butt is sore.
At least it feels a bit better today. I used my foam roller and stretched. I am planning on riding tomorrow so let’s see.
My Happy Pace! 