I'm in Long Beach tonight, and being that I haven't worked out since the evening that I last blogged, I figured I should do both while I am on my fifteen-hour break.

The Holiday Inn in Long Beach does not have a fitness center per se; so they have kindly brokered a deal with the local Jewish Community Center for us to use their facilities.

That. Place. Friggen. Rules.

It had a huge pool, two gymnasiums, a big-ass weight room, martial arts classes, more treadmills than I could count, eliptical machines, free bottled water, and free food from some little girl's bat mitzvah. I wanna be Jewish. They were so nice too! I mean free cake for crying out loud! The Mormons got nothing on the Jews. Free cake! And they partied like it was Passover. Hoo-Haa for the white and blue-ah!

Wow.

So I decided to run a bit tonight. I'm still taking it easy with my leg such as it is, but I figured my goal should be 3 miles. I mean, even the people who don't run can put down three miles. So I ran on one of the hundred treadmills there at the JCC, and once again, at the two and a half mile mark, my hip/right-butt-cheek and knee started up with that pain again (ITBS: read the last entry). I wanted to keep going, but I just couldn't. I have the heart and lungs to go long distances, but just can't keep going. I've got a hitch in my giddy-up; a pain in my ass. Oh well, I suppose I will go and take a nice warm bath and massage it. Quit drooling.

Anyway, the moral of the story:
1) The Jews? Great! I love 'em!
2) Strained knee-to-ass connective band? bad.
3) The Mormons need bat mitzvahs or they are going to be stuck in second place for a long time. Don't scoff at me! It's not my fault that they don't have a right-of-passage with free cake. Not my fault.