![]() My right hip flexor has announced that it has no interest in flexing today. My hip flexor is an asshole. The actual source of the problem is a lumbar disc which causes stuff around my hip to tighten up. The disc is also an asshole. I inherited my kinky spine from my dad who ... you got it ... was himself an asshole. The Reader may sense a theme developing here. In fairness, it's probably more accurate to say that my dad had his moments, as do we all. At least my hip flexor can be made to see reason. A fast sprint across a well-traveled six lane highway got it to unclench, although you can make an argument that threatening it with annihilation via semi may not qualify as "reason". Both it and the disc will be treated later to the persuasive benefits of yoga, and if that doesn't do the trick, then it's more sprinting. My way or the highway, is what I'm saying. Our little disagreement comes after I pulled off a bit of a feat at our condo community election the other evening. I am sincerely grateful for the savviness that comes with increasing age - I certainly didn't have the smarts twenty years ago to get a community to change direction because I said so. My body has reminded me of the price I pay for that hard won wisdom - an asshole move if ever I've seen one. I do remain thankful that it isn't my brain being the jerk. Older folks tend to fear misbehaving brains more than bodily nincompoopery, and I knock firmly on wood as I say that. Because frankly, the universe is also an asshole at times, and evidence suggests that it has it in for us. Comments are closed.
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