Back!

Will it gross you out to know that my back has been massaged sore? Kinda like honeymoon massaging without the needed after-drugs. Hehe. No, not drunk.

Still bent over. Still grunting in three languages. Wondering if I could get away with a run tomorrow. Not. Gonna Happen. But, I likes to wonder.

Did I mention the day this happened, that within two hours of the shooting hobbling pains, I thought maybe, just maybe, a 45 minute bike ride would cure me, as in loosen up those spasms? Worst bike ride in history. But I finished dadgumit. That's just how badass I am. Not to mention idiotic and deranged.

The up side today is I was able to shower without yelling and then I was able to blow dry my hair. And if you have followed me long enough here, you know I tend to think if my hair is fixed then all is well, sickness is cured, pain is defeated.

My hair is fixed, but somehow the pain didn't get the memo to skedaddle.

Boy, Girl, hope you get cake this week. If not you'll know why: spasm for the spazzy.

Happy Father's Day to all mah fathery peeps.