I was a busy lady last weekend, jetting south (ok, there was no jet, just a funky old VW convertible) to Playa del Carmen for the Riviera Maya Jazz Festival then over to Cozumel for the Ironman. Part work, part pleasure, though I guess calling it "work" would be a bit of a stretch. My dear friend LisaLoveLoca joined me in the adventure, picking me up in Carmen (yes, the car has a name) on Saturday morning for a kid-free weekend.
We arrived in Playa in the early afternoon and checked into our hotelito "La Rana Cansada". Heather had recommended the place and it was perfect for us. Cute little garden with birds singing, a resident doggie named Jazz, a swan towel on the bed, and at 500 pesos, not a bad deal. We dumped our bags, got in our swimsuits and set out into the wilds of 5th Avenue. My online friend Janie was staying in Playa and we made our way towards her hotel to see if we could find her. Behold, Janie and her husband were on the beach with another local friend! We spent the afternoon chatting and getting to know each other in person and enjoying the company. As the sun went down, we started to shiver (when your body is used to high temps, anything under 80 F is shiver time) and went back to the hotel for sweaters and jeans. We grabbed some tortas on a back street and made our way towards Mamitas beach for the start of the jazz fest.
The show was just awesome. Huge stage on the sand, great sound and light system and a few thousand people enjoying the performances. A few thousand people sharing one bathroom was not a highlight of the night I must admit. Al Jarreau was a great showman and Herbie Hancock rocked it. We left before the end of the show to try to avoid the mad crush, waltzed back to the hotel and crashed out for the night.
The next morning we agreed that coffee was necessary and that cochinita tortas from the street vendors near the bus station were essential. Caffeinated and full of greasy pig, we hopped on the Cozumel ferry and went to sea. Some of you may know that my first home in Mexico was in Cozumel, but it had been about four years since I had been over there. I was completely disoriented when we got off the boat, they've gone and built a whole new ferry dock that left us bewildered. Exiting the ferry dock and seeing the town square, all was familiar again so we set off in search of some Ironman triathlon action.
Cozumel was ALIVE for Ironman, it was so fantastic to see so many locals out cheering on the athletes and people from all over the world waving flags in support of their country's participants. I just can't believe what the human body is capable of, the winner finished the race in about 8 hours and 19 minutes. 8 hours and 20 minutes of full out exercise? Zoiks Scoob! I enjoyed my day immensely, though I knew I was going to be sore from trekking all over Playa and Cozumel carrying a heavy pack, purse, cameras, water, blah blah blah.
What I didn't realize was that I was going to be more than sore. By Monday afternoon I was immobile, screaming in pain and crying pitifully. Hubby took me to see an osteopath and he gave me a massage, some sort of hot suction thingy, a good crackety crack and the TENS. I walked in with a pain level of about 11 (on a scale of 1-10) and left at about a 9. The doc ordered up some x-rays and some pain meds and told me to chill. No salsa dancing, no heavy lifting. Tuesday morning I could not even get out of bed, I was literally stuck, not just painful to move but not capable of moving. I was trapped in bed all day until Hubby got home to help me get out, help me get dressed and to get me the heating pad and liniment. I'm slowly gaining mobility and the pain is lessening, but I am still achy and can only move my neck a wee bit. Will go to the lab for x-rays tomorrow to see if this is disc damage or just a result of gettin' old and being out of balance.
I am soooo not an Ironwoman. Apparently I get injured just watching triathlons.
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