Masochistic fun

I had a really good work-out yesterday! My personal trainer is almost as invested in my pilgrimage as I am. When I walk in for my session, he always asks how my legs are, since I've been having some troubles with my shins. I bragged and said my legs were really good lately, so yesterday we went straight to the knee-bends-on-balance-discs-exercise, which I hate because it's so much heavier than regular knee bends. As I was doing them, I felt that all too familiar pain in my shins. So now I'm advised not only not to run anymore, but also to be careful that I don't walk too fast, on too hard a surface, or too far, so that my shins will have the opportunity to heal properly before I leave. Boring days ahead, then.

The rest of the session we used a RedCord, and because I had opened my big mouth and said that the muscles in my stomach didn't get sore the last time, he made me do a bunch of really hard stomach exercises. Today the muscles in my stomach are sore. My ribs actually feel bruised, if not to say fractured (and since I fractured one last winter, I know exactly how that feels like). Moving hurts, and even just standing in an upright position hurts. And it'll get even worse tomorrow. I'm being such a masochist today, just poking my ribs for fun, even though it makes me gasp with pain. Ahh, the things we do when we're bored...

Meanwhile, I'm still putting off making those big, important decisions in life. Hurray for me.