Love heals

My pain was diagnosed as a butt pull. OK, hamstring pull, but butt pull makes me laugh, so that's what it is:). Apparently it has something to do with running on ice and skidding every so often. And it already feels better, the more I walk, the better it feels. I'll take the day off, though. Really, it is snowing out so being indoors is much more appealing anyway (OK, lie here, but let me create my own reality, will you?)

Thanks for all your nice comments. You guys know what to say to make one laugh or feel better. I do want to clarify that I am not a crazy woman and don't train like this every day (I would if I did not have to work this much!), though I do have to pack more training into the weekends bc of my work schedule. And you'd think I'd be tired all the time, but I really am not. I think my secret is lots of food and daily 10min power naps (including those on a yoga mat in my office when patients cancel).

Back to the love, though.

Thanks Amanda for my first package from my HBBC win. Is it bad that the first thing that came to mind when opening the package was to hide the candy from my son? I won't, no worries, my superego already repressed that thought!














And of course, thanks Chris (who never reads this blog, by the way, or any blog that is not basketball or tennis based) for my gloves (I have been complaining of cold hands during runs) and Ritter chocolate (one of the best), and for the chicken curry you made (still cooking)































And thank you little guy who told me this morning: "Don't worry mommy, I will make you feel better!". Love the peacefulness when he sleeps. I may or may not have recorded him on my i-phone while he was sleeping last night.


Can you tell I am happy? Really life is good!