I’ve never been one to claim sanity, especially here in blogger-ville. I am obsessive, compulsive and can be down right crazed about certain subjects (i.e. running, weight, food, martinis). So, the following story might not come as a surprise, but I thought I would share it anyway.
Last Thursday night, my physical therapist helped me to realize that my weak gluteus medius is a main cause of my hip and knee pain from running (hence the stern letter to my posterior last week). As part of my therapy, she showed me some strengthening exercises, my favorite being the “Hip Hike.” We started out with 2 sets of 20 on each side. She said we’ll eventually work up to 3 sets of 45. As I left the P.T. office/gym/whatever it is called, she said,
“Don’t forget to do your exercises.”
Ahem, apparently my P.T. does not know how psychotic I can be. Let’s just say I have not stopped doing the Hip Hike. I Hike the Hip as I blow dry my hair in the morning. Then, I hike the hip while I’m standing in the kitchen figuring out what to eat. At work on Friday, I got up from my desk to stretch, I mean Hip Hike. I get home and Hip Hike as I watch TV. Then I wash up for bed and Hip Hike as I brush my teeth. If only I can figure out a way to do it while I’m driving. hmmmmmmmm
Now, for the scary part. I was shopping with my girlfriend today, waiting in line to make our purchases and I thought it would be a good time to get some Hip Hikes in. I just got back from the grocery store where I, take a guess….. That’s right. I did it in line at the market.
If a little of something is good, then A LOT will most definitely be better. Right?
So if you see a kooky brunette chick doing the Hip Hike at some random location, it would be safe to assume that it’s me. Because I have no intention of knocking this off – until my booty is strong (or my boyfriend threatens to dump me for being neurotic).
Song of The Day: My Goodies by Callis