My piriformis muscles are tight too, so I ate breakfast today while sitting on a baggie of ice. It was sort of like sitting in a booster seat. A really cold booster seat.
And, after work, I walked in a liquor store, saw big bags of ice, and thought, "Ooh! I should ice my knees!" A normal reaction would have been "Ooh! Frozen margaritas tonight!"
Running is never too far from my mind.
I've actually sat in airports and iced sports injuries. One time, faced with a two hour delay, I convinced a Starbucks barista to fill up a massive shopping bag with ice. I waited out the delay by icing my ankle (a painful spinning class injury), eating M&M's, and reading Dennis Lehane. An excellent use of two hours.
I spend a lot of time on foam rolling, icing, and physical therapy. You've heard of high maintenance women. Well, I'm a high maintenance runner.
So, I now have a $1.75 plastic bag of ice from the liquor store in my freezer. Everyone will be disappointed when I tell them what it's for. Hint: there's no tequila involved.
The only one enjoying the cocktail ice will be my knees.