Well. My calf is starting to cooperate. I've been doing a hodge-podge of things to get it feeling better including: rolling it with The Stick like a mad woman, stretching a lot, wearing my hot pink compression sleeves under all of my pants, playing with my biomechanics and footfalls, sacrificing a live goat, and drinking tonic from a witches handbook.
They seem to be helping and I've now jogged 2 days in a row with very little pain. Now it's onto a crash course of "Bri needs to get fast in less than 6 weeks" so I can help my Doughman team (I will be doing a run leg. I will never, ever do the bike leg there again).
Honestly, I'm just stoked that I can run without pain again, knock on wood. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a runner at heart, and could take or leave biking and swimming when it comes down to it. Just let me run!
Speaking of, I have a triathlon in less than 2 weeks. That is going to be ugly....and I can't wait!!
I signed up with Instagram which allows you to take pictures on your 21st century phone and make the photo look like it was taken a long time ago. Something is wrong with this premise but the pictures look pretty cool, so I won't dwell on it too much. I'm just learning and here are my first ones:
Logan sleeping in my arms:
Tassie! We haven't forgotten about our daughter.
Logan trying to hold onto his bottle.
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