Perspective, Yah!
I realized on Monday afternoon that I had no one to drive me to physical therapy. It’s about 25 minutes away and I was not so juiced about going it alone. Without much of a choice, I climbed into my car and headed out. The trouble has something to do with avoiding hip flexors and tendinitis. But I don’t know too much about that, I know about pain. That’s what they taught me up there at Steadman-Hawkins, use pain as your guide. I started with my right foot on the gas and my left on the brake. It probably didn’t hurt that I played soccer for most of my childhood, those two work pretty good together.
About five miles in I started feeling the front of my hip get sensitive. So I used my hand to manually move my right leg on and off the gas. That relieved some of the hip flexor action. I figured no sense in hurting myself more while traveling to the place that is supposed to heal me more. I hit US-36 and eagerly lifted my leg off of the gas and rocked some cruise control. Now that’s a delicate thing, because you’ve got to deal with the speeds of other drivers, right? I figured I’d roll with least common denominator or something like that. If I didn’t have to brake or speed up, I didn’t have to move my leg/hip. I set it at 60 mph. The speed limit was 65.
People were zooming by me like race car drivers. And that’s when I realized it.
I’m that guy.
You know when you’re going to a meeting or picking up a friend and you left a few minutes too late and now you’re in a hurry? And you’re thinking - hurry, hurry, get out of my way, why in the heck is that guy going so slow??? Well I am that guy - and maybe that guy just had hip surgery and doesn’t want to screw it up. At least that’s one I’m assuming from now on.
Filed by ryanroth at April 24th, 2007 under Life, Young & Hip