The other day at sports rehab, Monday to be exact, I had mentioned that my left calf was sore, perhaps from my 16 mile run on Saturday. B worked on my calf and mentioned how tight it was. It hurt like all get out when he worked on it, but that's usually the case. I had to go to that warm, sandy beach in my mind, plus do some deep breathing.
Fast forward to now...
I showed B my calf today and he said something like "Did I do that?" "Don't take pictures!" To which I replied "I am sooooo taking a picture!"
There it is.
Yep. Nice and bruised.
Does it still hurt? Yes.
Am I upset? No. I bruise quite easily. I could have done that all by myself, for free. There is a method to the madness, but I wish it didn't have to hurt.
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