It must be the way I land with my left foot (a little more on the outside than flat on), but after my long runs, my left butt cheek is sore. Never my right.
Luckily for me, my husband must have snuck in a "butt-massage" class somewhere. And you know what? I'm not upset about it at all. In fact, quite the opposite.
My happy butt dedicates tonight's smile to heating pads and Mikey.
Luckily for me, my husband must have snuck in a "butt-massage" class somewhere. And you know what? I'm not upset about it at all. In fact, quite the opposite.
My happy butt dedicates tonight's smile to heating pads and Mikey.
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