Day 72: Oh, My Aching Back

Actually, it's my butt that hurts. I took a walk this morning with my friend A. It's always great to catch up with her. She gets me. I think she's really smart, and she doesn't even need to do Ken-Ken to prove it. She used the word "organic" before anyone else did. I didn't know you could use that word in relation to anything except produce. And "interstitially"? I totally had to look that one up.

So, we're strolling along, thermal mugs of coffee in hand (very thoughtful of her, I think), with her horse of a dog who goes absolutely wild when she sees me -- I think I might have been a dog whisperer in a former life. We're chatting, laughing, having a grand old time, and then, interstitially, I bump into the curb (I'm walking in the road because My Friend Flicka pretty much takes up the whole sidewalk). No big deal. I look a little uncoordinated, flailing and bouncing, but I manage to maintain both an upright position and some semblance of dignity. All is well.

Not so fast, old lady. Next stop is the gym, and the first thing I attempt are lunges. Oh my god, what the hell have I done to my left butt cheek and upper hamstring (it's actually probably my mid-hamstring, but my butt is hanging a little low these days)! Holy cow, it hurts! What's going on? I've been fine, no aches and pains, just the usual grinding of bone on bone in my hips and shoulders. My achilles seems to be healing. Nothing new.

And then it dawns on me: I had that seemingly slight stumble. There's nothing else to pin it on. This is the point I've gotten to in my physical un-development. Every climb out of bed, every jaunt with a friend, every shake of my booty is a potential landmine!

I don't like this at all. No running today. Instead I drown my sorrows with a tasty slice of red velvet cake that I bought in the city yesterday. I wish I had a mug of organic coffee to go with it.