I was out for lunch with a friend for high school on Friday who I haven't seen for years. I let them know I had a gluten and soy allergy. I was not happy when 3/4 of the way through the appetizer the waitress (who hadn't brought my meal) realized they served me a sauce with soy in it. She apologized, they did nothing (they didn't even comp me), I decided to let it go, but spent Saturday night visiting the bathroom, a lot.
I had a massage on Saturday to try and help work out the huge knots in my lats. It was very painful and as I was lying there, in my bedroom (she comes to our house) the thought occurred to me that I dislike a massage so much I think I would rather be at the gym . . . . . . . . Who would have ever thought I would find something I like less? :p
Our home gym is almost complete, when it is I will share it with you!
Last week I got a weird "injury" from the gym. Sam got it too but not as bad (likely because he doesn't wear a bra).
I broke the blood vessels near my armpits in both arms. I think it was from having my chest against the bench while doing a rowing motion. That must prove that I was working extra hard! It didn't hurt, it just looked weird.