I (re)downloaded Twitter and Instagram today. Not because I have the urge to share even more of my life than what I already do blogging, but because of a faulty gift. Joe brought me a Magic Bean Can by Tiger Stores. After unsuccessfully searching for an email, I took to Twitter because who wants their company publicly slated? In this day and age, we are all too aware of how social media can not only enhance but manipulate public image.
Well, my Magic Bean Can (the size of a small, hotel-sized soda can) was tipped onto the desk (only a little dust went on Joe’s study books) and the hunt was on for my magic bean. Carefully sifting through the gold-leaf-look-a-like soil and anticipation high, I was searching for my little bean with a heart shape motive. My heart sank when I used a teaspoon to put the soil, bit by bit, back into the 250ml can and I hadn’t found my bean.
Why wasn’t it there? I wanted to know. The instructions said to empty contents, repack, push bean 1cm into soil and water every 3 days. But how could magic grow without my bean!? So, I took to Twitter to find out! 1hour later and they want my address to send me my magic bean!
I tried a very slow jog on the treadmill for 3 minutes to test my shin splints. I didn’t last 2 and I could honestly cry out of desperation to get back into power-gear-go! So before breakfast, I treated myself ice cubes wrapped in a towel. Very chilly!
I went to Run for It yesterday to ask about treatments. I felt embarrassed explaining that I might have pushed too fast too quickly (but I was enjoying it)! I saved face by saying I’m icing, stretching, cross training and foam rolling every day. They only had Skinz shin compressors, but I’ve also been recommended by Alan another, bulkier wrap, which helped for him. I’m not convinced. I know I need total rest from running just now, but are these things not preventers rather than treatment? They’re too pricey if they’re not going to help.
Crazy, fluffy and unclaspable from Body Pump last night. It was a quick shower because we were going out so I decided to leave washing my hair to today. Big mistake. Not even dry shampoo can thwart it from becoming ever more uncontrollable.