iliopsoas

I'm in the funny place of my hip feeling semi-ok, it has been on the up and up for awhile!  Good PT, various helpful forms of needles, taking care of myself has done wonders.

Strangely I find myself still cautious of movement, only because it has been the way I've lived for the last like 6 years!  My body is babying my hip by default, and I need to figure out how to responsibly let myself test the waters.

Even more strange is feeling normal, temporary hip pain.  I got great new sneaks and since I am feeling ok I'm slowly slowly starting to run again.  Most of the night running adventure felt the same as it always has.... nice brain freedom and focus on breathing lets me find a rare moment of zone-out.  Since it was also super cold out recently and my warm up wasn't as good as it could have been, my hip flexors were both uniformly a bit sore the next day.  For two seconds I freaked out (hip pain! my nemesis!), before realizing it was obviously temporary and somewhat normal.

So mindset shift.  Whatever.

Here's hoping Battle: Osteoarthritis/Snapping Hip/no cartilage + labral tear is at least held at bay for a good long time to come.

Fall.

I'm in denial, I think, about fall.

I've been badmouthing it right and left, where honestly I don't harbor that many bad feeling towards fall, I'm just not ready to have summer fade out.  Weirdly, summer felt long.  I was outside months ago, reading in the sun, beautifying the back yard (poor front yard, still neglected), playing with the dog, enjoying hot sun on my face.  I think my gipped feeling comes from having a busy show schedule at the end of summer.  I got literally two beach days, one where I didn't get to swim or surf or really do much water interaction, and the other was nice but cloudy.  Now it's cold, it's time to switch up the clothing options, cover up the skin, get pale.  I'm not usually this superficial, feeling shafted brings out the worst.

Another cause of this fall animosity is having spent four years in Western MA.  Boston fall is lovely and crisp and smells delightful, but Five College area/Amherst/So Hadley fall blows it so far out of the water.  I mean, combine the private liberal arts college town vibe (times 4) with New England fall.  Damn.  It's hard to tell where cardigans end and cider doughnuts begin.

Anyways, this revelation has made me determined to cram getting my fall fix into performing at the Mass Dance Festival in 2 weekends.  It will be a bit too early for apple picking and fall-air breathing, maybe, but I am determined to soak myself in fall and change this attitude up!