Boy...timing is everything.
Last night, I had one of those craaaazy dreams where A Big Black Dawg was chasing me (no analyses please... it's complicated), but just before I woke up (or because of it I did) he clamped his fangs right into my fat little right calf. I woke up with one of those ripping crying-out doubling-over charlie horse spasms in my calf. Thanks, Anubis or Cujo, or whomever, right?
Everything was fine after I massaged it out (thank you, Origins) and whatnot, until tonight, was dancing foxytrot with foxybritches student and right around the clubhouse turn, OW OW OW! there it went, the invisible dog gnawing on my leg!
I had to stop the damn dance, hobble into the kitchen, and get out the bottle of horse liniment (Yes) I keep on hand (ThermaFlex, only because I can't find the good Equi-Tite anymore), then head to the bathroom (was wearing jeans- couldn't just hike up and smear on), and then hobble back with people looking at me like wtf.
Ow.