My Ass Hurts

I wish I had something really interesting to write about, but the fact is that I can only think about one thing: the fact that my ass is killing me.

I got my stability ball in the mail on Monday and I was so excited. I had been waiting for it to come for several weeks now. It was going to be something new and fun to add to my currently boring workout regime.

We had family dinner on Monday night and I couldn't blow that off to run home after work and work out. My family would have thought I was nuts. So I ate really fast so that I could spend some quality time with the ball before Prison Break started and I entered the TV coma for the night.

I did the 20 minute intro video but was having so much fun that I decided that wasn't enough and ended up spending nearly 2 hours on the ball. I know, get a life right?

Yesterday, I was feeling it a little but decided they only way to get rid of the pain was to go running. I figured that would get the blood flowing again and help stretch out the muscles. The problem was that I forgot that the 2nd day is always worse then the first.

So today, I am hurting. Bad. I grimace or yelp, depending on who is in earshot, every time I get out of my chair. And I am walking around like I took a giant crap in my pants. Not too cute.

But I am sure I will go home tonight and try it out again. I will not let the ball get the better of me regardless of whether or not I can walk tomorrow. That just means it is working. I may just have to invest in an inflatable doughnut for my chair until the day when I can get the better of the ball.