Anyone who says different is selling something.

I'm not shy about being in some discomfort, either during or after a workout. I'm stubborn and not always going to take a hell of a lot of advice about pain management (I'm very much the "hot shower and ibuprofen" type for most things.

The fact that I more or less stoically suck shit up, intermingled with the occasional bout of bitching, as a standard M.O. for everything isn't exactly news.

That said, between rolling my ankle at softball last week (lightly strained lateral ligament in my left ankle, so it's a little stiff and tender) and doing a couple of articles on pain management, recovery, and exertion headaches, it looks like pain is the order of the day lately.

Yep, this thing is on.

Haven't had a hell of a lot to report, lately. I could bitch, but so can everyone else.

Work continues to pay me, so I continue to show up. I run a weekly meeting now, the high point of which is seeing how fast we can get in and out. Current record is just a touch under three minutes.

Still doing the fitness stuff, what with Dragon*Con coming up next weekend, which has been a big part of the impetus behind it, followed by the GothCruise at the end of September. Obviously, this eats up some time (about an hour a day), and turns into blog fodder and SG stuff a fair bit of the time. Progress has been taking place. Not there yet, but getting there.

Had a lovely invasion by baobh and bathalamus two weeks back, and did a bit of disinterested standing around at FetishCon (I'm entirely too vanilla, and too shallow, to really want to be present for a lot of folks' kink shopping and browsing, though aishlynn proved to be an excellent model for the skirts and corsetry B&B were selling).

Still not football/hockey season.

Still not King.