Doctors

Ow ow ow ow.

Actually, right now, today after an evening of P90X Plyometrics (jump training) with Seth and Kel, I'm feeling really good - no soreness, no aches, just a touch of hunger - and I'm ready to face the day. Last night was fun, getting together with kickass people and then planning an evening around a heart-racing activity. I gotta tell you, it was NOT easy, but it's certainly more fun with a group of motivated people who can keep up!

What I do feel is my gol durn arms where I arm wrestled 3 people at a party about a week ago. Bad idea. Still feels like my tendons have been shorn off. So I'm gonna go see my doctor and perhaps he'll tell me something OTHER than "stop doing what hurts!"

I dread going to see the doc - my doc's fantastic, he bikes in his free time, travels to the east coast when he can, and is pretty knowledgeable about stuff like celiac disease - but it's the whole "I'm hurt/sick/need help" that just makes me so ugh about doctors. It's like having to admit something's wrong with me - and these injured elbows are certainly proof enough of that. I don't even like taking pain medication unless I hafta, it's just ingrained into me that I don't need that stuff. Guess I'm just getting old....

Oh, right. It's my birthday coming up. Hello, 30, goodbye, 20's. *shrug* I don't feel much different than I do every day already, so, I guess it's just another excuse to have fun. At least this time I get to blow out the candles! ;-)

Off to work!