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I’m working with a personal trainer because parts of me just are not right.
(Leaving that open is my gift to you today.)
My right hip turns in so I always lead with it. When I’m 85 and 4 months this may actually cause me problems, but right now I don’t notice it. Unless I’m running. And swimming.
When I’m running, after a while, my feet or calves or hips start to hurt and not in the “I’m burning through the pain” hurt. It’s more of a “I think I’m 85 and 4 months right now” kind of pain. And it sometimes stays after I stop running.
When I swim, I can’t tell too much until I do drills. When I’m kicking on my right side, I can’t swim straight. I automatically angle to the left. It’s very embarrassing.
So I am working on strengthening my left hip so that it doesn’t let my right hip take over and usurp it’s power. I do little movements that kill. And it isn’t the “I’m powerlifting so I will yell making everyone in the gym look at my muscles” pain. It’s fatigued muscle pain. My left side is complaining because it enjoyed taking a back seat. I can’t really blame it. Sitting back and watching the action can be a lot of fun.
But unfortunately those times are over.
So I sidestep across the room with a band tied around my ankles. This isn’t a difficult exercise; until my trainer makes me do it correctly. Then I start to sweat and my body screams.
I’m hoping it makes me a better Mom.
(So far, though, it’s just made me reference really old Huey Lewis songs.)