September 22, 2011

My hips don't lie.


And they are telling me that I am an old lady.  The other day I went for a very nice run, and afterwards, it was time to stretch.  I usually stretch in the empty parking spots of our little apartment complex, but the scary neighborhood children were playing violent games there, so I decided to stretch across the street (that wording makes me picture Gumby or Elastigirl...I’m gonna leave it) and keep them at a safe distance.  I swung my leg up on this post and felt something shift in my hip.  Bad news.  My dad has had both of his hips replaced and I’m anticipating a similar outcome for my poor hips.  In the meantime, I hobble.  Major pain in the hip. 

…Shakira, Shakira.

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