Last night I break out my massage ball and work the butt muscle (yes I have one) and left hip. Instantly, relief. Could my symptoms have been the ill-timed, overzealous attempt at all those planks and down dogs with PIYO?
Maybe. It does feel better today.
Or, maybe it's just because my ass is so large now. And not in that good J-Lo way. Don't judge me bitches, I'm working on it.
Last night after my self-ass therapy, we watch Grease Live, which was good fun. Mike is impressed again with my useless knowledge of song lyrics.
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