A Real Pain in the Butt

I went out for a 10 mile run today, 8 days before Boston, and I'm cruising right along through mile 5 when all of a sudden I feel this pain in my left butt cheek. It had been there during Friday's run but I didn't think much of it at the time. Suddenly, during mile 6 I'm actually considering halting the run because my butt hurts. Stop laughing. I fought through it and around mile 8 it started raining and then it turned to sleet. Ouch. Sleet hurts when you're running into it. Made me forget about my sore butt for a minute.

So here I am, a week away from Boston and I have to figure out how to heal a sore butt. It's always something. As my father-in-law would say, "my ass hurts...why does my ass hurt?"
It might be time to bust out the frozen peas. Stop laughing.

I get home from my run and my two year old comes running over to me for a hug. I'm soaking wet with sweat and rain and he comments on how wet I am and walks away. Ten seconds later, he's back, with a napkin and he starts trying to dry me off. Too funny. He's my "small" cutie pie.