I did a 5K on Halloween. There was no running involved; it was the distance covered as I took my son and his friends trick-or-treating. I just clocked the mileage on Map My Run. Officially, myself as LMFAO and my son as an Evil Jester walked 3.27 miles. Not too shabby if I do say so myself. And living in a fairly urban setting allowed us to secure a very impressive candy-per-mile ratio.
Near the end of the night, as the streets became more and more deserted of revelers, and more and more houses had turned off their porch lights or put up signs saying “Sorry — Out of Candy,” I felt a sharp pain in my right hip. Almost as if a very short vampire had stuck his fangs into me. It came out of nowhere and suddenly I was limping.
What the hell, Shakira? Hips don’t lie indeed. When I got home, I asked this blog’s namesake, you know, the fitness professional and anatomy buff, what the heck might be wrong with me. She didn’t really know, but told me to try and stretch things out. I got down on the floor and tried a handful of “yogic” positions to see if I could discover a reason for the sudden discomfort. No luck.
The sharpness had turned into a dullness at least, but it seemed as if rest was what was needed. Yet, it was only a 5K distance traveled, and not even running. I do this kind of stuff all the time. Please don’t tell me this is just one of the pleasurable benefits of being 46. That sometimes things just … hurt. Congratulations, you should expect your first AARP solicitation mailing any day now.
The next morning the hip was still a bit sore. I did some more stretching and felt some tightness in my gracilis (the fitness professional gave me that one … you and I call it the “inner thigh”) and getting it loose helped my hip feel better. It really is surprising how the hip bone is connected to the leg bone.
So here we are, the quandary we face in our forties, something the “hipsters” don’t need to worry about. We need to be active in order to feel good, but if we’re too active, we won’t feel good. You know what, I’m just going to eat some of my son’s Halloween candy. That will make me feel good no matter what.
Previously on The Reluctant Hubby: “It’s Been a Year … “