The result of my trip to the doctor today:

The bad news: I am not running for the near future. Which means no triathlon, no races.

The good news: It won't last forever. Seems the sprint work just banged up some muscles of mine pretty good, and for now I have to ice it, take Advil, do some stretches that she showed me and get massages.

I know. I finally have a doctor prescribing massages.

Of course, they're the therapeutic kind, but the doc says the woman who works out of her office might be able to help me out in just about two sessions. My first one is Monday. I cannot wait.

In the meantime, I can resume all of my normal weight training, and I can bike again. She said to take it easy, of course, and that I should start small, but at least it means I can start working out again. Thank GOD.

Posted by Erin at 02:38 PM | filed under: Ouch