I stopped feeling sorry for myself. It took a bag of Lay's chips, a bologna and cheese sandwich, 3 Gatorades and a pity party phone conversation with my wonderful husband Bobby and I'm feeling positive again. That hubby of mine knows me so well, he said all the right things...
KIM: I pulled a groin muscle today.
BOBBY: Ohhhh, that must hurt.
KIM: Yeah, it kills. I called Jim, he says ice, rest and a pain reliever.
BOBBY: Sounds like good advice.
KIM: Yep, but now I can't run and I ruined everything!!!
BOBBY: No you didn't, just give it a couple days.
KIM: (sobbing like a 4 year old)
BOBBY: Just think, it could have been worse, MUCH worse...
BOBBY: You could have fallen into the water and had your leg bit off by a gator! Then you'd have really ruined everything.
KIM: (Giggling now)....C'mon.....that would never happen, I run wicked fast!...(hahahaha)
So he was right (I will never say that out loud though) and I feel better. My muscle even feels better and I think I'll be back in business soon. I'd better be....I just ate a whole bag of potato chips!!!!! UGH!! What was I thinking????? (oh yeah, I wasn't thinking....lol)