Ouch! Yesterday I let lovely Cheryl Francisco (my masseuse) work exclusively on my buthigh for 30 minutes. Now I can hardly sit down on it! My buthigh (basically where you hamstring and glute meet) started bothering me a bit Sunday towards the very end of our ride. I then went to spin class on Monday night, even though I shouldn't have. I was in a bad mood and exercising always helps, but it didn't so much help my buthigh's mood. So, being the good little triathlete, I took Tuesday and Wednesday completely off. Yesterday I had a great swim in the morning and a decent run around the park last night. The buthigh has not gotten any worse, and if this is as bad as it is going to be, I could live with it forever. I just don't know a lot about buthigh's and don't want to cause any more problems. I have been sitting on ice and heat all week (my co-workers don't even ask questions anymore), and there seems to be some decent improvement. Today is another off day and so far, I'm going to proceed as planned for the weekend. That includes running the Rodeo Run 10k with extra miles and biking around 100 on Sunday.
Sigh. Here we are again. We knew all along we would be able to start the process for baby #2 when Sloane was nine months old. I had said we did not necessarily want kids that close together, but knew just because we started then did not mean we would get pregnant then. If I had only known how true that is becoming. Silly us had started having visions of three kids. The only way we can have three kids is to have things go smoothly, not lose embryos, and not lose time. Well, so far we have lost an embryo and a lot of time in the quest for our next baby. I breezed through prep for our transfer in early May. The stress load was so much less than before because I thought we had it figured out. We had Sloane as a great distraction. My lining was better than it has ever been before - by far. Then, the day after Mother's Day, I found out it did not work. And I was immediately thrown back into the depths of infertility hell....
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Give 'em hell at the Rodeo Run.
In my drunken stupor to run up and claim my roll down spot to Clearwater, I tripped over some people and a cocktail table and bruised up my leg pretty hard. The Traumeel keep the swelling down and my thigh did not turn as purple as a spot that I missed on the the side of my upper calf.
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