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.