Ow, My Aching, Um, Area

Oh, hai…

What? You wantz to eatz me? Nooooo…

Yeah, I like to play with my food (not as much as Rose, though!). I’ve been seeing so-called “eggs in a hole” pop up on the blogs recently. We used to have these all the time as a kid, but we called them “bird’s nest eggs.”

I made Lucas a scary egg face, which he doctored with sprouts and gorgonzola cheese. I made a more demure, girly portion with half a slice of bread and egg whites:

Mmm…great food to recover from a 35-mile bike ride! After signing up up for an Olympic triathlon — that’s happening THIS weekend — I realized that, oh yeah, I had not been on a bike in weeks.

Oopsie.

Sunday was lazy. Football, snacks, nap, more snacks — you know how it is.

Happy husband. I do have to point out, that as a snobby beer blogger, Miller High Life would not be his beer of choice. But he promised to give the “Champagne of Beers” a chance, at a friend’s insistence.

For myself, I prefer the champagne of smoothies — the green, sludgy kind:

Accompanied by a Hugh Jass:

Anyone else let Google diagnose them? (Jackie — you’d better have a hand up!)

Well, during my run with the girls on Friday, I started to feel a slight twinge in my (sorry) groin area. It’s hard to describe — it is basically on the inside of my leg, right where the edge of my bathing suit would be. It seemed to go away (maybe it was the latte?) and it didn’t bother me on Saturday.

Went on my bike ride Sunday, and felt a little sore, but I chalked it up to 35 miles in the saddle.

This morning, I went for a run, hoping to make it 7 miles. But the pain started to get worse and worse, and finally, I had to stop running after about 5.5 miles, and walk the rest of the way home.

It’s all gone downhill from there. I’m looking through Google to see if it’s overuse, a strain, maybe a pulled muscle? I’m going to try the new love of my life — the foam roller — to see if it helps.

Gotta be in race shape for Saturday! I’ll post this picture from the same event two years ago to give me inspiration:

It was my first sprint distance triathlon and I was TERRIFIED — can you  tell? I had a blast and this is really where I got hooked on the sport.

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