My Tools and My Toys
My toys I've been all about the toys...er...tools lately. If you happened to notice, I haven't been running much. And no, this is not because I've sequestered myself in my bedroom like in the episode of Sex and the City where Charlotte gets intimate with her toy rabbit . (Girls, you know what I'm talking about.) Um. Yeah. That would be a post for another kind of blog, so snap out of it and get your minds out of the gutter, people. I'm afraid that's not the kind of toys and tools I'm talking about here. A shame, isn't it? I'm talking about using my kid's toys and some kitchen instruments to roll my calves, massage my quads and stretch my tendons. Um. I guess that still sounds kind of kinky, but seriously folks, this is critical business if I don't want to continue along the long path of injury. I have several items in my toolbox that I use on an almost daily basis. For starters, I have several different balls - a nerf ball, a mini foam ...