PRP 4 me. (That was lame, sorry.)

Today's the day.

Knee pain is overall pretty lamesauce, but it could be worse. I'm hoping my witch doctor will fix me right up, I'm ready for it to stop hurting. I have a PRP injection scheduled to, fingers crossed, avoid being cut open for a third time in the same spot. It stands for platelet rich plasma, and the internet says it can heal menisci non-surgically. The internet never lies.

More to come on that after it happens. My appointment is at noon and then I have the afternoon off just in case the shit hits the fan to rest, play Lego Star Wars (I might be addicted) and have the cabana boy fan me with a giant leaf. 

It's been a fine line of really awesome and really lame over the past few weeks since the tri. I haven't worked out at all. I've lost motivation since I don't have a race forcing me to train. Plus, my knee fuggin hurts. That's just real talk comin' atcha. I'm hoping this PRP business will help and kick me into gear a little bitskies. I gotta get a little relief so I can get back to business. It's either that, or I start working on my winter bod.

On the plus side, it's been a nice break. I always have clean sports bras, so that's something new. I generally don't have to worry about smelling like a locker room because I'm not in one every day. I get to run errands or go out to eat at lunch instead of hitting the gym every day, which actually just turns into me working through lunch sitting at my desk eating food I brought most days.

Who can afford to eat out every day, macro or money-wise? Ain't no room in my calories or budget for a daily chipotle chicken burrito bowl with brown rice, black beans, fajita veggies, pico, hot salsa, corn salsa, lil bit o' cheese and guac. Not that a girl can't dream salivate about it.


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