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HURTING MYSELF
My Groin Is A Nasty Bitch
But it has nothing on my hamstring!
I discovered something so unique and outright fantastical, this week that I just had to share it with you.
Our body parts can communicate with us! Via spoken words. Yes, I’m not making this up! How did I come to this incredible revelation?
Three nights ago, after a particularly vigorous workout on my rebounder, or, mini trampoline, I woke up in the wee hours to a body on fire, muscles in full spasm mode, and an insistent, angry diatribe from an invisible source. As if a poltergeist was whispering in my ear.
I knew it wasn’t my husband as he was asleep in a recliner in our family room.
As I tried to make out who, or what, was attempting to communicate with me, I became acutely aware that the entire right side of my body was throbbing in a way I can only call “excruciating.” It was so painful, in fact, that I was audibly moaning and groaning. But, even with all my vocalizing, I could still hear this entity who appeared to be getting more pissed off by the minute.
Just a brief segue: I’ve gone overboard on many occasions in the name of “exercise.” Now, you’d think I’d learn that perhaps my body is no longer meant to do the things that I insist it does. No. I have not…
