Long Road To Ruin…
More rehab this morning. Hung out and chatted with Forest because there was no one else there and because he makes me laugh. Missing my Saturday morning partner wods, they were definitely the session of the week that I always enjoyed the most, and probably the session I’m most likely to go back for.
The left hip is really sore today. Really sore. It was sore yesterday as well so I rested it then, but today I felt I had to do something. The physio did some hardcore muscle release stuff on Thursday so I’m hoping it’s just the last of that. Keep thinking back and there really isn’t anything else I’ve done that could’ve triggered it. I was up and down off the floor with my nephew last night but I didn’t notice anything at the time and it was hurting well before that anyway.
It held up okay through the rehab today, it didn’t feel like it was being strained or anything, it just felt like someone had stabbed me in the hip flexor with a screwdriver. Repeatedly. Today was the third sesion on the shoulder rehab and it felt the best it’s felt yet so I am not complaining about that at all. I was actually able to do some rotation work without sounding like an 80 year old with advanced crepitus. Calling that a win.
Next weekend is the comp I was going to compete in with Forest, his girlfriend, and Big Matty. It’s making me feel a little down given that I had such high hopes and they’ve pretty much been dashed. The boys have asked me to judge so I might do that. Not sure if it’s my thing. I really don’t think I’m assertive enough to confidently stand there and yell “no rep” at people, even if I would secretly enjoy it.
Another walk this afternoon and if the hip pain hasn’t gone it’ll be back to the physio on Monday instead of Thursday. Let’s hope it goes…
Also, mentioned last night that Big Red had sent me a friend request on Facebook. As usual I’m now feeling like I’m being too harsh with ignoring him, but at times like this feel free to remind me that he cheated on me, then he tried to cheat on his girlfriend with me, and then he asked me if we could just have Skype sex because “that’s not really cheating anyway”. It’s not like he keeps in contact. Maybe I’ve got impossibly high standards, but in my head I think friends actually keep in contact and not just stalk each other on Facebook. That about right?
Plus let’s face it. When am I ever strong enough to actually tell these men that they’re jerks for how they treat me? Adding him on Facebook is the dating equivalent of a gateway drug… Right?