it isn't ass cancer

starting tuesday this week i began suffering from horrible ass pain.

i couldn't sit comfortably. sneezing, laughing, coughing -- all caused big pain spasms in the arse area. i thought maybe i had a bruised tailbone or a hemorrhoid that escaped and migrated north. i didn't even realize how much i walked around with a clenched buttocks until i tried to relax them to take a pee -- ow!

well, you can all breathe easy now, and so can i. it was just a big, bad-ass case of DOMS -- delayed onset muscle soreness -- resulting from last week's return to deadlifting after a many-months departure from my favorite lift.

i'd cut out the weight lifting to allow me more slack to grow into cycling. much as i love the deadlifting, i think (for now, at least) i'm a cyclist, not a weightlifter. but as i sit on the couch playing video games all day, i can't help but notice my dusty, rusty (really, it's rusted. argh!) weightroom over there, beckoning and whining like a lonely puppy.

so i'm back on the iron, two days a week, and speaking of weak: man, am i. that's fine, it'll all come back.

and speaking of coming back, the DOMS in my arse faded away yesterday, just in time for today's deadlifting session! I look forward to the next ass-crippling attack of soreness. it's what i live for.