30 is the new 80

I had plans to meet a friend for a 7pm movie last night. I pulled into my garage at 5:15pm and was excited that I was going to have time to get a run in before I had to leave. I changed into short and a t-shirt, put the leash on Barley and headed out the door. With my super-fun new iPod tucked snuggly in my pocket, Barley and I headed to the park we go to nearly every day. We were about ten minutes into the run when Barley caught sight of his nemesis, the squirrel and took off after him. The leash was in my right hand and when he tugged I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I've felt this pain before because he has gone after many a squirrel in his day but this time was different. I continued my run and figured it was loosen up.

Later, as I climed into the shower I noticed that my lower back was tight. I turned the water up as hot as I could stand it and stood there for a few minutes hoping it would help the pain. I pulled my robe on after I got out of the shower and noticed my back did feel a little better. I headed off to the movie and didn't think anything more of it.

We had decided to see "The Departed" which ended up being almost three hours long...and unbelieveably violent. So between sitting for three hours and the constant jumping and throwing my hands up over my eyes, I was pretty sore when it was over.

I came home and made some Sleepytime tea, put on my snuggly jammies (yes, I'm 30 and still say jammies. Leave me alone.) and crawled into bed. Because I'm a wimp of epic proportions, I had a hard time falling asleep because, yikes, did I mention how violent that movie was? And I couldn't get confortable because my back was so sore.

I had another 6am meeting this morning so when I woke up at 4:30am I was exhausted and my back was worse than ever. I couldn't raise my hands above my head in the shower to wash my hair and you should have seen me trying to blow dry it. Comedy people, pure comedy. Driving to work was an adventure as well since I couldn't really turn my head too much in either direction.

My boss was in my meeting this morning and after taking one look at me he told me he didn't want to see me the rest of the day. So I hauled my cookies to Walgreens for a heating pad, some Aleve, a few magazine, a bag of mini Snickers (what? I needed some comfort treats) and then went home. I've been curled up on my couch ever since. Actually, minus the stabbing pain, it's quite nice being home. It started snowing about an hour after I got home and so I've been catching up on episodes of Laguna Beach and Flava of Love.

So if you're in the neighborhood and want to check up on me, that'd be nice. (Some percoset would be lovely as well.) I'll be hunched over and my hair is hard to look at but I can offer mini Snickers and the latest issue of Cosmo...because that's how I roll now that I'm 30.