Zero, zilch, nada. No running, no biking, no lifting, no nothing -- and I planned it that way. I did get in to see Mike Roberts this morning at Central Mass. Physical Therapy and that appointment proved to be very insightful and helped paint a clearer picure of my anatomical imbalances. I'll go into more detail when I have more time, but basically I'm a myofascial mess who could benefit from doing a little more core work.
In the meantime, I invite you to sing along to the sounds of the season with my crazy cousin Dominic. If you're offended, please don't take it personally. He's an ass.