on the fourth day ...

We had our first test in Project July, thanks to Mother Nature. She gave me rain. Heavy, downpouring, bouncing off the sidewalk rain. That naughty little weather girl. The sort of conditions I would say ... ah, just not ment to be! But I can't say not ... This is not Wimbledon folks, there will be no rain stoppage for me.

I drove to gym, and ran from there before my pt session. The run turned out to be good. I am surprised how good the run felt after last nights workout and this being day four in a row. After the run, I had one hour with the trainer. We did an upper and ab workout that killed. Between the run and the workout and the early morning I had nothing left .. nothing, nada!

There was something that helped get me through the day, an appointment with the hot massage guru. Not only does he fix my aches and pain, but he has been upgraded to therapist as well. He is certified, by the national secret commission, the same ones that oversee hairdressers.

So I am telling him the most intimate, classified details of my life. When suddenly the massage stops. I turn to see what is up. He is bent in two, wiping tears from his eyes. Tears caused by my story. My life. I have moved someone to despair. My words have riped through his heart. The power of my trauma, I could see the made for TV movie. When suddenly, he gasps. Then I hear it.

It was laughter.

He was crying with laughter.

bad therapist, bad!

Thankfully he is good at what he was officially being paid the big buck for. Turns out my IT band is swollen or imflamed. It's been really sore to touch for the last couple of days ... so you are probably wondering what I've done ... well I stopped touching it! It doesn't hurt when I run or go up and down stairs, so he told me to ice and stretch it. I may or may not have forgotten, accidentially withheld mentioning Project July. ooopppps!

Tonight I met up with a friend and we went and saw the movie The Waitress. Very cute romantic comedy. This movie makes you want pie, like Sideways makes you want wine or Chocolat made you want Johnny De ... I mean chocolate.