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Oct. 14th, 2003 10:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tylikSo I didn't go hiking, and I did go to wushu. And got a bunch of cleaning done, and a bit of writing, and fell asleep on the bus (which was weird, but it might have been that the sun was in my face, so I pretty much was going to close my eyes anyway). Wushu was okay, but not great. I was still feeling a little spacey when I got there, and even the cute kids couldn't quite get past me feeling a bit discouraged.
Oh, yeah, something I didn't mention from my PT appointment yesterday -- she says it's likely to be another 18 months before my SI joint really settleds down. Ugh. I mean, by then, will I even know when it's stable or will I have completely forgotten what that feels like? And the lateral instability in my left ankle is caused by a nerve impingement in my SI joint. Feh. And one -- one! -- real arc back kick is enough to tweak all the muscles in the top of my neck. (I mostly just do them against the wall, and don't toss my head.)
I wish I had Taiji class five days a week. Wushu is fun, and maintaining this activity level is good for me... but really, it's one of the very few things I do that makes me feel broken. And I'm really tired of being broken, and would prefer to be reminded of it less frequently. And one of our teenagers asked me if we had calculators when I was a kid. "How old do you think I am?!" Michael, bless him, quickly put in "twenty-one". (Not that I have any wish to be twenty-one again, thank you, but it made me wish I could meet his mother.) Oh well... FY is all of fifteen, maybe, if she had a birthday recently, and I'l admit out calculators didn't have games in them.
On the brighter side... I was able to do resting stance creditably on both sides, and my toe didn't complain until after class. I have fuzzy merino wool socks. Craig and I went to Shiro's and ate expensive sushi, and gindara kasuzuke, and an amusing matsutake soup in a teapot. And the moon is incredible.
And really, this broken bit is relative. I can do rapid shifts from crouch stance on one side to the other (which used to give me fits) and my form is clean enough that I was cited as a good example. I can go from balance stance holding my knee to my chest to balance stance with my leg extended, holding my foot (I so can't tuck it behind my ear!) without even wobbling a little. (And I'm barred from working on either splits or bridges until the SI joints stops being quite so inflamed. Oh well. I used to be good at bridges, too.)
I'm also having another fit of existential angst. (Dammit, if I'm going to be putting this much time into martial arts -- which is fine! -- why can't it be a) taiji, which I'm more serious about anyway or b) when my body is doing well enough so I don't feel crippled!) And dammit, the PCC people haven't written me back! And I really need something else to do with my brain! Gack!
Oh, yeah, something I didn't mention from my PT appointment yesterday -- she says it's likely to be another 18 months before my SI joint really settleds down. Ugh. I mean, by then, will I even know when it's stable or will I have completely forgotten what that feels like? And the lateral instability in my left ankle is caused by a nerve impingement in my SI joint. Feh. And one -- one! -- real arc back kick is enough to tweak all the muscles in the top of my neck. (I mostly just do them against the wall, and don't toss my head.)
I wish I had Taiji class five days a week. Wushu is fun, and maintaining this activity level is good for me... but really, it's one of the very few things I do that makes me feel broken. And I'm really tired of being broken, and would prefer to be reminded of it less frequently. And one of our teenagers asked me if we had calculators when I was a kid. "How old do you think I am?!" Michael, bless him, quickly put in "twenty-one". (Not that I have any wish to be twenty-one again, thank you, but it made me wish I could meet his mother.) Oh well... FY is all of fifteen, maybe, if she had a birthday recently, and I'l admit out calculators didn't have games in them.
On the brighter side... I was able to do resting stance creditably on both sides, and my toe didn't complain until after class. I have fuzzy merino wool socks. Craig and I went to Shiro's and ate expensive sushi, and gindara kasuzuke, and an amusing matsutake soup in a teapot. And the moon is incredible.
And really, this broken bit is relative. I can do rapid shifts from crouch stance on one side to the other (which used to give me fits) and my form is clean enough that I was cited as a good example. I can go from balance stance holding my knee to my chest to balance stance with my leg extended, holding my foot (I so can't tuck it behind my ear!) without even wobbling a little. (And I'm barred from working on either splits or bridges until the SI joints stops being quite so inflamed. Oh well. I used to be good at bridges, too.)
I'm also having another fit of existential angst. (Dammit, if I'm going to be putting this much time into martial arts -- which is fine! -- why can't it be a) taiji, which I'm more serious about anyway or b) when my body is doing well enough so I don't feel crippled!) And dammit, the PCC people haven't written me back! And I really need something else to do with my brain! Gack!
