Yeah, so the back thing is still there - the doctor helped considerably today, and he even offered to see me again this afternoon for a second session, but I thought that might be overkill, plus I was already taking an "extended lunch" to take care of other things.
He did some manipulations, and then found the place on my back that might be the cause of it. He pushed on that muscle to try to cut off the oxygen flow to the spasming muscles (or something like that) the massaged it out until the knot began to go away.
He told me to have someone do that to me tonight, and for the next few days.
I figured Cheese owed me something for the amount of fart stink he's leaving in my sheets, so he won today's compitition of "Who Gets To Rub Megan Out?"
And it has helped.
In other news, taper hasn't killed me yet, but it has done a number on my girlish figure.
But I have gained...ahem...some weight....I know, I know....it's all for the reserve.....
And because of the back, there was no workout today, and likely minimal over the next few days, except some swimming.
Bring on the belly!
So in about five hours, we start making our way down to Midway to meet my mom and head out.
Posting the next few days might be sporadic given the Internet situation. Cheese offered to update during the race, to post on my site about my progress, but that seems sort of...I don't know...self-absorbed. Overkill. But I said I would think about it.
And before I sign off for tonight, I would be as ass if I didn't take a second to say with the fullest heart, THANK YOU. And I don't know if anything I write at this moment will fully express what is fulling through my head.
I started this blog in November 2006, and the friendships I have made through it have been unimaginable. The comments, the emails, the humor, the support, the mantras - it is an understatement to say that your words get me to that pool when I don't wanna, or when I celebrate the long bricks and runs when I need a pat on the back.
To me at this point, I am honest-to-god stunned that people even take a second of their day to click on "The Project," to check it out, to care about what might be happening to me or what I have to say. No matter what they might have going on, people still take that moment to check in, read, and leave a comment. It's nothing short of an honor for me to know that people do this - that people care, and people come back, everyday. With each comment or site click, people keep supporting this girl from Chicago that they have never even met.
That concept to me is crazy.
But it is also amazing and incredible, and as weird as it sounds, it feels like this big warm hug.
I made it through some really crappy months recently, athletically and personally, with your help.
My gratitude is undefinable.