I'm an expert in stupid

In case you were wondering, I am. If it's stupid, there's a good chance that I've done it.

Because I enjoy torture, I ran a track workout this morning, and, well, yeah, I hurt myself. AGAIN.


In my mind, I figured, "Hey, muscle memory, if the last run I do is super fast, I'll be fast this weekend". What my body heard was "I hate you and I will kill you". Or something similar.


I'm limping around the office, pretending I'm fine and hoping that the power of positive thinking will magically heal my seriously aggravated IT band. ::finges crossed::


If not, it may be a game day decision about what to do. Never thought I'd say that. Crrrraaaappp.


Please send fairy dust and magic my way. Since I'm too much of an idiot to be smart.


Oh, and just for kicks, does this picture not crack you up? My cougar grandma and my "grandpa". Christmas, 1980. Love it!
(I have to post something funny to distract me from the mind numbing pain I'm currently in)

(No, I look nothing like my dad's side of the family. As you've seen, I'm a mini version of my mama)