Hips: more important than I thought!

Ever heard that Monty Python song: "I've got two legs from my hips to the ground and, when I move them they walk around and, when I lift them they climb the stairs and, when I shave them they ain't got hairs"

(I know the commas aren't in the grammatically correct place, but that's where the pauses in the lyrics are and I don't like using slashes)

Anyway, I just love that silly song. And it kinda sums up how much I've though about what hips do: a cradle from which my legs dangle while I walk around. Oh, yeh, and offer me a source of occasional confused frustration when I'm in yoga and I can't get as deep into some of the poses as I'd really like.

So if you've seen the posts I've put out in the last few days, you know that I managed to tweak my hip - not enough to send me to the doctor or anything, but enough to wince every time I engaged it and hey, hip joints, they're not just for walking.

Want to get up from a chair, not like a 150-year-old lady? Working hip joints are good for that.

Like to cross the legs occasionally? Hip joints!

Like to sleep on your side (and I do)? Hip joints!

And this is at the purely mundane level, to say nothing of all the other lovely physical activities a person might like to engage in. It's not like, say, spraining a wrist when you can wrap it up and put it aside and not use it for a while.

So, lesson to self: love your friggin' hips. Be gentle to them; they'll work better that way, and you'll get where you're trying to reach if you just exercise a little patience.