Thin mintsWednesday, February 10, 2016
I just ate an entire sleeve of Thin Mints in one sitting.
Okay, maybe one regret: That I don't have any more Thin Mints.
So I posted last Monday to update you on my latest life happenings and included the empty promise of posting more often. And here we are, over a week later, and I'm just now writing something else.
I really don't know what my problem is. I just have nothing interesting to write about right now. Not like I ever had anything exceptional to write about in the first place, but you know what I mean. Right? Like, the things that happen to me on a daily basis are kind of interesting sometimes, but I don't think they warrant an entire blog post.
I had an ultrasound on my legs last week, but other than being completely freaked out by the sound of my own blood rushing through my veins and laying spread-eagle on a table without pants, it's not that remarkable.
I finally got in to see my GP and he ordered an ultrasound on my legs to see if I had a blood clot. You see, I've seen three different medical specialists and no one knows why my hamstrings hurt and so my life has more or less become a game of tests to see what isn't causing my leg pain in hopes that will somehow magically reveal what is wrong with my muscle.
I don't have low iron levels.
My pelvis IS out of alignment again, but that's just my crazy pelvis being my crazy pelvis.
I don't have any blood clots.
I don't have any muscular tears.
I don't have any tenderness when you prod the muscle.
So it must be my back! That's the general consensus right now, anyways. Apparently the mild back pain I started suffering from about two weeks ago is the reason why my hamstring has been hurting the past 4 months.
I'm too tired to question it. Fine. Whatever. Just tell me what I need to do to fix my back so I can fix my leg.
The good news is that I've resumed my normal number of running days each week and I've been consistently doing so without any lasting soreness. The bad news is that I'm suddenly really slow and feel super out of shape. In all of this mess, I only took one full week off of running, so I'm not sure why I'm riding the endurance struggle bus, but hey! I'm running!
I cranked out 3 miles on my lunch break today and even got in some intervals. No walk breaks. I'll take it. I'll take it. I'll take it.
And I have got to pick up my running game so I can balance my calories burned with the number of Girl Scout cookies I've been shoving in my face.
Clayton and I both ordered cookies from our respective work places and brought them home on the same day to be like, "Surprise! I got you cookies!" It was kind of cute that we both had the same mindset of wooing each other with cheap cookies, but also resulted in a disgusting amount of sugar in our house. My solution is to always eat it all at once to eliminate the temptation.
And now I want to slip into a cookie coma.