Sick Day, Girls Night

Yesterday I took the day off from work to deal with what is now being referred to as my “knee situation.” I went to the doctor and finally started physical therapy to fix this thing. The diagnosis seems to officially be: Iliotibial Band Friction Syndrome on my left knee, Patellofemoral Syndrome on my right. The treatment consists of a series of tedious strengthening exercises to develop other muscles on my legs and especially the gluteus maximus = butt. The good news is that apparently making my butt look nice and firm is actually going to improve my running! Ah! And that I DON'T HAVE TO DO YOGA!!! Apologies in advance to the yogafreaks out there, but yoga is considered a form of punishment for me. All the breathing and ommmming and closeyoureyes and dogs up and down drive me nuts (I probably have ADD too, you would not want me in your class).

After physical therapy, I took the bus home. I know, I know… so lazy. But in my defense, I did run to the phys therapist’s office. And the bus was right there when I got out. A miracle. I also figured I might as well get full use of my bus pass while I still have it because next month I have to walk everywhere. Including to work, which I have done this week. Twice.

I got home and cooked a nice dinner of whole wheat penne with ground turkey meat in the marinara sauce. Jeff generously offered to make a “shitty salad” (his exact words) as an accompaniment, featuring wilted lettuce, soggy mushrooms and dried up old snap peas. Mmm. Tempting. I told him I’d pass on the offer, so he made one for himself anyway.

"Wifely" duties fulfilled, I settled down on the couch in my PJs ready for some bad TV when my BFF Mary Grace texted me for an impromptu Girls Night Out. We ended up at the Tipsy Pig in the Marina, talking and laughing for hours and hours. Despite the hangover today (two glasses of wine is all it takes; I know, pathetic), I can't remember the last time I laughed so much. Girlfriends are the best.

To conclude, a shot of Mr. Quade, my couch buddy (Sascha was banned from the couch because she smells like a garbage can--thank God she's getting groomed tomorrow!):