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It’s Thanksgiving and we’re in LA. My mother, as well as my sister’s entire family have flown into town for the holiday, hosted by her sister-in-law. My husband and I drove down. This is the is every other year routine.
We’ve rented places in Venice a mile apart.
The bulk of the young people, my sister in tow, hit a spin class this morning. Joan referred to the instructor as a Spin Nazi. My husband and I slept in and after love making, I took a bike from our rental hosts and rode over to my gym’s nearest franchise 2 1/2 miles away, and hit the elliptical for a run. I was feeling really good & mid way through what was a planned 5k, decided to go for 5 miles instead. In the end, 5 miles came and went & I went for a full 10k. I kept going till I was at a solid hour long run, ultimately 6.3 miles. I was tired, but physically felt fine. Then I rode back, showered and we headed over to my sister’s place, and a few hours later on to her sister-in-law’s for a large gathering of some 45 people.
The fare was tasty and overly plentiful. I was one of 4 there tonight with gluten issues (my sister being another) and so there were lots of options for me to choose from. I’m regretting the desserts. I’d made both GF persimmon scones, as well as caramel quinoa almond blondies, and my sister made double chocolate GF brownies. We’d cut them into reasonable portion sizes. Jess and Adam brought a chocolate almond merangue cake from a local specialty bakery. Adam too has the issue and this is their go to when they have to bring a dessert to a potluck. Jess cut me a slice that was sizable enough for two, if not three. I regret to say I actually ate it all, rationalizing it was ok after that extended run I’d had earlier.
It was good, fabulous actually, but way too rich and too much. It’s just laying in my gut & I’m not enjoying the feeling. So much for that extended run’s benefits.
When we got back to our rental, we hit the sack and did what happily married couples do when alone and frisky. Immediately, I discovered my nipples are off limits. I hadn’t covered them with bandaids and they’re chaffed up big time. Duh. What was I thinking? Worse, half an hour in, as I was nearing the finish line, I was hit by an excruciating charley horse, not in my calf, but the inner portion of my left quad. With any muscle spasm, stretching it out is key to breaking the spasm and with it, the pain. Figuring out how to stretch out your inner quad isn’t easy, especially when you’re in agony.
Needless to say, our sex came to an screeching halt; excruciating pain is one helluva mood killer. I’m now ensconced on the couch with my feet up. Contemplating lying down again, but worried that the Charlie horse will recur. Over exertion is a typical trigger- like running a 10k when you’re just used to running 5s. The spasm is gone for the moment, but my lower inner quad on the left now hurts to touch.
I’m bloody frustrated and angry with myself. I did this to myself & worse, I know better! I feel like a Bloody idiot.
A very sore, bloody idiot.
It’s Thanksgiving and we’re in LA. My mother, as well as my sister’s entire family have flown into town for the holiday, hosted by her sister-in-law. My husband and I drove down. This is the is every other year routine.
We’ve rented places in Venice a mile apart.
The bulk of the young people, my sister in tow, hit a spin class this morning. Joan referred to the instructor as a Spin Nazi. My husband and I slept in and after love making, I took a bike from our rental hosts and rode over to my gym’s nearest franchise 2 1/2 miles away, and hit the elliptical for a run. I was feeling really good & mid way through what was a planned 5k, decided to go for 5 miles instead. In the end, 5 miles came and went & I went for a full 10k. I kept going till I was at a solid hour long run, ultimately 6.3 miles. I was tired, but physically felt fine. Then I rode back, showered and we headed over to my sister’s place, and a few hours later on to her sister-in-law’s for a large gathering of some 45 people.
The fare was tasty and overly plentiful. I was one of 4 there tonight with gluten issues (my sister being another) and so there were lots of options for me to choose from. I’m regretting the desserts. I’d made both GF persimmon scones, as well as caramel quinoa almond blondies, and my sister made double chocolate GF brownies. We’d cut them into reasonable portion sizes. Jess and Adam brought a chocolate almond merangue cake from a local specialty bakery. Adam too has the issue and this is their go to when they have to bring a dessert to a potluck. Jess cut me a slice that was sizable enough for two, if not three. I regret to say I actually ate it all, rationalizing it was ok after that extended run I’d had earlier.
It was good, fabulous actually, but way too rich and too much. It’s just laying in my gut & I’m not enjoying the feeling. So much for that extended run’s benefits.
When we got back to our rental, we hit the sack and did what happily married couples do when alone and frisky. Immediately, I discovered my nipples are off limits. I hadn’t covered them with bandaids and they’re chaffed up big time. Duh. What was I thinking? Worse, half an hour in, as I was nearing the finish line, I was hit by an excruciating charley horse, not in my calf, but the inner portion of my left quad. With any muscle spasm, stretching it out is key to breaking the spasm and with it, the pain. Figuring out how to stretch out your inner quad isn’t easy, especially when you’re in agony.
Needless to say, our sex came to an screeching halt; excruciating pain is one helluva mood killer. I’m now ensconced on the couch with my feet up. Contemplating lying down again, but worried that the Charlie horse will recur. Over exertion is a typical trigger- like running a 10k when you’re just used to running 5s. The spasm is gone for the moment, but my lower inner quad on the left now hurts to touch.
I’m bloody frustrated and angry with myself. I did this to myself & worse, I know better! I feel like a Bloody idiot.
A very sore, bloody idiot.
