I went to get a massage today and I was told that the attachment point at the lower part of my glutes was “hot” and that meant that the muscles were holding my S-I joint together and I should wait for those muscles to relax before I did any more at the gym. Did I listen? Of course not. My legs are so sore that I can hardly walk and my excuse is that I needed to move the lactic acid out of my legs by exercising. The reality is that I’m going to just have to wait for the lactic acid to move itself out at its own pace.

It’s a good thing that I went to the gym because they told me about the recipe for a Zone-friendly cheeseburger that another crossfitter put on his blog for me. Plus, we did a partner workout and I once again partnered up with the Deputy DA from a neighboring county. Besides, why would I miss the conversation that I get at the gym? We were using foam rollers in our stretching exercises yesterday, and I asked:

“What if I have a bony Asian ass?”

“Eat more cupcakes!” answered the Cupcake Queen.

This means I was daydreaming about Red Velvet cupcakes from St. Cupcake, at least until I got home and started watching a Food Network show on frozen dinners and started daydreaming about Banquet fried chicken. Mmmmm. Fried chicken. It’s a wonder I don’t weigh as much as my car.

I ordered a bunch of books on Amazon Marketplace. They’re the next few books in the Harry Bosch series by Michael Connelly, and of course they’re arriving from different used book stores in the REVERSE ORDER of how I want to read them. Figures, doesn’t it?

I made it back to the gym today, and I’m finding out that my unplanned absence from the gym has had detrimental effects. I’m tired and I’m sore. Well, I suppose I was tired and sore back then, but I was doing better right before I stopped going because of my back. And today was a doozy. I walked into the earlier class and someone working out looked at me and said, “I feel like throwing up.” And here’s more visual proof, from the gym’s blog, of how I’m feeling.

I’m sure I looked a bit more like that today as well. Tired and wondering what I’m doing, only sure that it has something to do with these weights. I’m even dorkier looking when I’m sitting next to my sister’s dog.

Next week I’m going to be in San Francisco for Apple’s Worldwide Developers Conference and I was thinking I better work out at Crossfit at the marina while I’m there. Now I’m thinking that I’m just going to eat like a pig and enjoy myself for a week. What a dilemma.

My back feels better, and even sitting in a theatre for hours didn’t hurt much. Getting to the theatre was probably the worst of it. They moved the Eastport Plaza Theatre years ago and I didn’t know what the new location was. The whole area had changed and I ended up calling a friend from a Walmart parking lot for directions. (It’s hidden behind JoAnn Fabrics.)

The Indiana Jones movie wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t so good, either, but it was entertaining and that’s all I really expected. I saw some weird technical problems with the synchronization of the sound and odd reflections, but I suppose it was worth it. And so goes another Sunday.