Aside from riding the stationary yesterday for an hour while I watched a movie, I have run on the ground every other day. It's made my hip hurt again. I've performed due diligence with the stretching, redoubling my efforts on the days my feet hit the ground. It does help a lot, the special torque, the foot strike, and all that stretching-- but the pain never really goes away and is more stiff if I run days in a row. I think it's a matter of time more than any stretching or cross training for it to heal. That and maybe trying not to aggravate it further (biking and doing Yoga on off days). I felt so heavy today (well no duh with all that food I've eaten since Thursday). Thanksgiving lasts 4 ½ days at my house. It's a happy time of sage cornbread stuffing, sweet potato pie, and fresh cranberry relish. But makes for heavy running. The outside world around here has lost every bit of interesting colour this week and now matches my dishwater brown hair. It's all beige landscape and grey clouds. Even the surface of the lake is steely grey-green. The only saving grace is the silent, dark, winter depth of the river and the roosting trees. The occasional roosting tree hosts unfathomable numbers of tiny black birds perched in the branches a single leafless tree. Those little black birds perch shoulder to shoulder on every branch, and there are groups that fly in a single black mass around the tree. The raucous chirping is every bit as busy and loud as downtown NYC. | 