I am still going to physical therapy for my hamstring/glute issue. UGH. It's so disheartening to go for a run, look down at my Garmin and realize how much slower I am than I was a year ago. F**k. So annoying. But it could be worse. Way worse. So with that said, I have deep tissue massage, ultra sound and dry needling scheduled out through Christmas. As long as my insurance is going to cover 100% of each $350 to $400 visit [READ: Suckers!], I am all over it. I love the ultra sound but the deep tissue is insane. I am dreading the dry needling. OUCH. Unfortunately or fortunately for my healing, my tolerance for pain is ridiculous. and evil. My last PT appointment, my therapist had her knee - yes KNEE - in my hamstring trying to break apart the scar tissue. She called me a tough cookie. I called myself an ass for ever letting myself get to this point. A dear friend of mine, the Yogi Triathlete, has been lecturing me for years to take care of my body...if only I had listened. *sigh* But I am taking care of myself now, so I guess that's what matters most. I just want to get rid of the pain. and in the famous words of Glinda the Good Witch of the North: You have no power here! Begone, before somebody drops a house on you, too!