Holy hip pain batman – that massage hurt my butt! (A review of Mooloolaba Massage and Sports Health)

Last week Mario proudly advised that me he was the best husband ever.

“I’ve booked you in for a remedial massage for your hip!”

Probably not the reaction he was hoping for, but I immediately groaned and asked “whyyyyyyyyy? That’s going to hurt like hell!” He insisted I go, and begrudgingly I agreed.

On the weekend I’d noticed there was a bit of hip pain again, and trying yoga didn’t seem to help it too much like it had in the past. I daresay because of the heat, I was so reluctant to do much for fear of sweating. Hence there was quite a lot of couch time this weekend. The more I walked and winced, and as much as I hated to admit it, Mario had been spot on.

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52 in 52: Weekly round up week 5

52 things in 52 weeks

A bit late this week, but it’s in nonetheless!

Newly completed

  • Get a massage (ouch – check out the post here)
I think as compensation I should organise myself a relaxing massage for later in the year too!
  • Photograph a sunrise (January edition)

I laid out on my hammock on the last day of the month and watched the sunrise, it was beautiful. So I took two photos.

Aim to complete this week

  • I have completed the autoimmune protocol, so I just need to blog about that one before I consider it complete
  • Sign up for the 12 week challenge at the gym

This has already been completed, as I’ve already signed up. But this week we have our first session (preseason?) so I wanted to wait until it’s clear I’m in there. I’m aiming to be very competitive with this 12 week challenge, and writing weekly about that will help to keep my motivation up. Anyone who is skeptical about these programs can just park that for the moment, and wait to see if the results (long term results) speak for themselves.

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52 in 52: Get a Massage

I have found where the most sadistic monster of the Sunshine Coast resides. He hurt me on Saturday, and for a period there I was barely walking. I drove straight home (wincing every time I had to change a gear) and jumped straight into an epsom salt bath. Mario had to pick me up since I was incapable of standing afterwards, the pain was just too unbearable.

I blame my aunt, uncle and cousins.

Well, not directly. They had bought me a voucher for a massage for my 30th birthday last year, and no doubt with full intentions that I would get myself a relaxing massage. But no, I had to go and book in for the sports massage. So really, it's all my fault.

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