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I really don't feel like going to wushu tonight. My lungs are doing pretty well -- but I'm still coughing. I overdid it on my hip a bit last night with bagua -- not a big deal, again, but enough to remind me that I need to be careful. I want to start some soup, listen to NPR a bit, stretch, curl up with kitties, and write.

But instead I'm going to go to wushu.

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Well, I both arrived at and left wushu under my own power. The inside-the-joint icky feeling in my hip is doing better, and I'm hoping that was a major cause of the rest of it, because any pulled muscles have been repulled and abused quite thoroughly. I just have to admit it -- you don't take it easy while doing wushu. It just doesn't happen.

I am going to take a long hot bath, gulp as muscle relaxant or two, and hope this doesn't turn into concrete by tomorrow. I mean, hey, maybe a good workout was really just what the hip needed.

On the good side, I really like the new space.