Yeesh. Time flies when you're not blogging about it, I suppose!
I was going to write a post about how I haven't been blogging, but we all know I haven't, so I am just going to move on. There really isn't a reason, so that's that.
About a month ago, my wonderful husband surprised me with a present. Yippee!
Then I saw what it was.
It was one of those foam rollers that I have heard of people using to cause themselves all kinds of hurt. Why on earth would anyone willingly do this? Not to mention that the thing was a HUGE FOAM ROLLER, and it now had found a home in a house with my three boys, who would take a matter of moments to figure out how it could be used as a toy that would end up hurting someone at some point!
I suggested that it wasn't anything I was interested in using. I tucked it away in a closet, hoping for the opportunity to return it in exchange for something really useful, like new running socks.
Then. Just last week. Something happened.
I felt a twinge of pain in my right IT band. Not a familiar pain for this runner. Hmmmm.
After consulting Dr. Google, all roads seemed to lead to raves about this dang foam roller and how it would do everything for me as a runner, falling just short of making me the next Paula Radcliffe.
So. I tried it.
Yowza, that's some pain! But good pain. "Productive Pain" is what I call it now.
Meet my good friend, Raoul.
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| Raoul the Roller and Me, after this morning's 5 miles |
