Sunday, December 10, 2006

Now that wasn't embarassing or anything...

The roommate: "Please don't make those sounds in the living room. You sound like you are getting it on or something."

What was I doing in the living room?

Rolling my IT bands with the styrofoam cylinder of death. So now I have been banished from the living room. Like I am intentionally crying out in pain!

Sheesh, I need to live with another runner.

2 comments:

Al Dimond said...

It probably wasn't as bad as the second time that I nearly froze my hand off in Champaign. I came back in and was screaming and crying in pain for almost a half hour as the blood came back into the hand.

But what made that really bad was that at the time my roommate *was* getting it on in his room. Must have killed the mood...

Laurie said...

Hahahaha! Thanks for the laugh this morning.