Well, here we are at Day 3 of groin pull recovery, and thankfully, I am starting to feel better. Maybe I will even manage to make it to agility this weekend. However, I am reminded that nothing boosts your mood like a nice run or going to Pilates class. I have done nothing more physically demanding since Sunday night than walk to the freezer and back to retrieve or return ice packs. As a result, I have been by turns insufferably cranky and hopelessly morose. Not being able to run or work out stinks.
I have watched a stupefying number of DVDs (three 5-hour miniseries and a long movie) and read three books I got from the library yesterday about sports injuries. Everything I've found says I just have to stick with the ice and ibuprofen until I feel better. Wheeee.
The doctor's office has not called back. Whatever. If I can't get in before Friday, there's really no point in going.
Oh, and my new Garmin Forerunner came yesterday, just to add that extra little poke in the eye. I wonder when I will finally get to use it?
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