Tennis ball, foam roller, & one sore arse cheek

Last night, while watching the Big Brother Finale, I decided to pull out some toys and see if I could work out the knot I had in my left hip area. I had a buggar of a time trying to find it but after a couple of minutes discovered it buried deeply in my arse cheek. I find these the toughest ones to break up because they are hard to get at.

I tried to massage it out with my finger tips. As I was doing this, laid out on the carpet in front of the TV, Mel looks down from the chair and says "What are you doing with your hand up there?!?"

"I'm trying to work out a knot hon...can you come over here and stand on my arse cheek for me?", I reply.

Mel looks perplexed but comes over nonetheless. "Where is it?", she asks.

"Hold on...let me find it again", I reply.

I root around...OUCH!...found it. "Right there!!!", I reply hoarsely.

"I'm not going in there...that looks gross!!!" was her reply.

So I was left to my own devices. Out comes the tennis ball...in goes the tennis ball...into the area ON my arse cheek that is you dirty birds. I musta laid on that thing for a good 30 minutes...rolling it around. Not pretty but I managed to break it up somewhat. To finish up I hit up the foam roller to stretch the IT band and quads.

Woke up this morning to some serious soreness in my arse cheek. The bike ride into work this morning helped to stretch it out...good times.