So you know how I went for a run on the weekend in honour for Sherry??
No? (read it here)
Well, I kinda screwed up my leg again.
Now I know you’re thinking, for fuck’s sake Sig, stop getting injured!!
Trust me, I’ve been saying that to myself for the last few days.
(Not the above joke, although I’m chuckling to myself right now. Humerus…hehehe)
So that night after a delicious dinner at my in-laws place (have I ever told you my father-in-law is a Pastry/French cooking chef? The things you find out about me every day), Evs and I hopped over to my little sister Mani, and her husband and Evs’ bro-ho, Sam’s place for some chai and a movie.
We watched ‘Drive’ with Ryan Gosling. Ok movie – kinda slow and weird.
I think I’m still missing out on the hotness that is Ryan Gosling, perhaps because his last name cracks me up as I think of baby geese and also because I have never seen The Notebook.
So he’s kinda cute.
And OK yes, I need to GET ON THAT like yesterday, but I’m waiting for a moment to savour it so I can fully take my time and appreciate the love story that is Noah and…errr…what’s her name in the movie again??
Never mind – I’ll eventually watch it.
So, anyways my sister just so happens to be a physiotherapist and of course I turned to her with big, big eyes and my limping leg to fix.
Fix it, sis. Fiiiiiiiixxxxxxxxxx it.
She responded by giving me the most painful massage IN MY LIFE and rubbing some weird-smelling cream on it.
Physios – they’re brutal.
So, it actually turns out that my ‘knee’ injury is actually a ‘calf’ injury which is the result of my weak calf muscles and ankles. To actually pinpoint the cause even further, it has to do with the day about a year or so ago when I went out for a run, tripped over nothing, rolled my ankle and tore half the skin from my knee.
Since then, my leg has been screwed.
Good to know sis.
Apparently it’s the perennial muscle, but I wouldn’t go by that spelling because when I tried to Google it over the weekend – I got a perennial injury as either a traumatic vaginal tear during childbirth or something to do with erectile dysfunction.
BOTH, which I am pretty sure I do not suffer from.
So, it’s been a bit painful over the last few days and I’m totally cashing in the sympathy points from Evs, who really hasn’t been very sympathetic.
She has suggested lots of rest, more smelly-cream rubbing and staying away from the running.
And to make it worse?
NO HIGH HEELS.
I think she said that to me on purpose because I’m a short ass and she towers over me. So she knows the special bond my heels and I have.
I told you, brutal.
Ever been to a physio?? Love ‘em or hate ‘em?