Anyone remember Shrinky Dinks? They were thick plastic sheets you colored on, then cut out the figures, then stuck them in the oven, and then they shrank to about half their original size? Well, that's what my hamstrings do in the cold. I go outside, and it's as if they retract, completely. I focused the whole run on my stride, and controlled upper body torque. The posture sure helps the hip, but it's hard to remember to stay in form. I did the bike for 1 hour yesterday, and will have to do it again tommorrow morning to keep the hip in check. I want to visit my Uncle (the chiopracter) one more time, and let one more week go by before getting the cortisone shots. I don't want to do it. But it's wrong inside that hip, and has been since three days before St. George Marathon. I saw my hawk today again on the trail. We looked at each other for a while. He was in the treetops, closer to the house than the lake. After a few mintues he spread those huge wings and took off, soaring over the pasture to some far off trees. He's so beautiful. It reminds me of a song....
I wish I could be like a bird in the sky
how sweet it would be if I found I could fly
Oh I'd soar up to the sun and look down at the sea
and I'd sing 'cause I'd know how it feels to be free -- Nina Simone
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