I knew one thing for sure earlier today as my physical therapist attempted to Myofascially release my right piriformis with his fist: I wasn't in Maine anymore. Already in the throes of fierce vacation withdrawal symptoms, the absolute last thing I needed was someone's fist working out the kinks in my ass.
That, however, is exactly what I got.
I know I promised you darlings a full report on the state of Maine but I'm so sleepy that I'm practically typing with my eyes closed. I'm afraid the report will have to wait. And since I've been, once again, sidelined from the gym (effin' effed up piriformis and supertight hamstrings), I'll have plenty of time to blog all about the holiday tomorrow.
In the meantime, whatever happened to Madlibbin'?