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The state of the hip: It might twinge briefly when I begin my run but then it is fine. I am noticing that there is more pain after I have been sitting awhile. Obviously the answer is to never ever sit again. Just run. FOREVER!
Slightly dramatic. But I have been icing it. Hot baths are nice. But then I think hot baths can solve many problems in life. "Sorry I can't fix that complicated problem... I am still in the bath with my book."
Mostly I am trying to pay attention to where my hip might act funny when running. My last physiotherapist worked on that a bit. I had a habit of jutting one hip slightly more forward than the other. So I continue to watch that. I have a slightly odd gait. (Something another physio pointed out years ago. I have been through a few of them because things like to go out of place -the fun of hypermobility.) Maybe I need new shoes. Or a new bed.
I finished reading a book about life at Bletchley Park. From the internal politics, to the fun people had there during the war. It was interesting for the recollections of people who worked there and had kept secrets for decades. For some it wasn't that big of a deal -they went on with life, but for others it was complicated because they had these talents that couldn't be developed because it would mean having to explain certain things that were state secrets. (Tommy Flowers is a fine example of that.)
I keep meaning to visit the Park. (maybe this year.) I think the kids are now old enough that they would enjoy it more than they would have a couple of years ago. Who doesn't enjoy a good enigma machine?!?!
Now I am reading "Blackass" by A. Igoni Barrett. The premise being a Nigerian man wakes up one morning to find he is white. Except for his ass. And how he navigates this new experience. It's early yet to say how I feel about it but there are a few exquisite sentences.
Today it has been really lovely. I feel for everyone in Seattle experience the freakish heat-wave. (I am trying not to dwell too much on how terrifying it is from the global warming perspective. And how I can do so little to fix it.) Just an enchanting day in terms of sun and few clouds. When I was running I liked that it wasn't too windy, and there were more wild flowers out in the hedgerows. It isn't hot enough yet for the gorse to have that faint coconut scent, but it will be soon enough.
I keep thinking that I ought to create a daily list of gratitude to give me a little perspective when things seem so overwhelming, and awful. Yes some things are awful, but much is good and I have to find my way to that spot.
Slightly dramatic. But I have been icing it. Hot baths are nice. But then I think hot baths can solve many problems in life. "Sorry I can't fix that complicated problem... I am still in the bath with my book."
Mostly I am trying to pay attention to where my hip might act funny when running. My last physiotherapist worked on that a bit. I had a habit of jutting one hip slightly more forward than the other. So I continue to watch that. I have a slightly odd gait. (Something another physio pointed out years ago. I have been through a few of them because things like to go out of place -the fun of hypermobility.) Maybe I need new shoes. Or a new bed.
I finished reading a book about life at Bletchley Park. From the internal politics, to the fun people had there during the war. It was interesting for the recollections of people who worked there and had kept secrets for decades. For some it wasn't that big of a deal -they went on with life, but for others it was complicated because they had these talents that couldn't be developed because it would mean having to explain certain things that were state secrets. (Tommy Flowers is a fine example of that.)
I keep meaning to visit the Park. (maybe this year.) I think the kids are now old enough that they would enjoy it more than they would have a couple of years ago. Who doesn't enjoy a good enigma machine?!?!
Now I am reading "Blackass" by A. Igoni Barrett. The premise being a Nigerian man wakes up one morning to find he is white. Except for his ass. And how he navigates this new experience. It's early yet to say how I feel about it but there are a few exquisite sentences.
Today it has been really lovely. I feel for everyone in Seattle experience the freakish heat-wave. (I am trying not to dwell too much on how terrifying it is from the global warming perspective. And how I can do so little to fix it.) Just an enchanting day in terms of sun and few clouds. When I was running I liked that it wasn't too windy, and there were more wild flowers out in the hedgerows. It isn't hot enough yet for the gorse to have that faint coconut scent, but it will be soon enough.
I keep thinking that I ought to create a daily list of gratitude to give me a little perspective when things seem so overwhelming, and awful. Yes some things are awful, but much is good and I have to find my way to that spot.
