Lessons in body limits

Last week I pulled my shoulder all weird while I was (drum roll, please) squirming out of a sweaty sports bra. It's been getting more and more tender and yesterday it felt pretty awful. The joint was hot and achey and it hurt no matter how I held it. Risa spent most of our rolfing time last night working on it and figured out it's not really the joint. It's one of the muscles that's tucked under the top muscles of my shoulder blade and deltoid. Maybe the Teres major? I can do most arm and shoulder exercises (push ups, rows, plank, etc.) with minimal discomfort, but when she asked me to raise my arm away from my side while she pressed (gently!) on the wrist? Ow. Immediate pain. I'm icing it (meaning I brought a bag of frozen pearl onions to work and I'm slapping that on my shoulder every hour or so) and taking ibuprofen.

From a freaking sports bra, people. How insulting. Lesson learned? I must purchase sports bras that have actual closures and ditch my pull-on-pull-off cheap ones.

Training tonight might be interesting. (Note: Did all lower body stuff last night with the exception of rowing on the water-resistance rowing machine for a warm up. No way in hell I'm jumping rope without a sports bra.)

Bronze Age

For roya_spirit, who sees me in bronze, here are ten things I like in that color. ( Cut for picture-heavy post )