This month I am participating in the Two Writing Teachers' Slice of Life Challenge. I started with a ten things post, but then realized this required a different format! Here is a backwards or Before That slice of life! You might want to just save time and start from the bottom.
Take a Tylenol, have a hot shower and go easy for a week or so.
Snapping hip syndrome sounds horrible but it's harmless, probably due to tight muscles.
"I'm almost positive it's coxa saltans.
It was visit your personal trainer day, so I told her my tail of woe. She listened and smiled.
The pain shot through my loin like a fire cracker, but was gone as fast as it came and I continued my routine, favoring the injured hip.
That is when I heard what seemed to be my hip popping right out of its socket sending my into panic.
I was feeling pretty smug about my teaching (never feel smug about your teaching) when I might have implored my waterlogged students to kick a little higher from my land perch.
From the very beginning, there was lots of singing. When Gladys Night and the Pips started belting out Heard it on the Grapevine, they went wild. For some reason, the music got louder as the Isley Brothers bellowed Shout and there were hands waving in the air.
The traffic was lighter than normal and the microphone was working, both small miracles. I was ready to go with 5 minutes to spare. I even remembered my water bottle.
I woke up in the dark, before the first alarm? I assume I was excited and will be exhausted later.
I headed to bed with a smile on my face and triple set my alarm because "time change" sleepiness is real in those early days of "springing ahead."
I was pleasantly pleased when it worked! (Thanks Epson for the unnecessary scare!)
The printer said, "very low on ink," but I held my breath and hit print anyway, hoping it would have a few more sheets of ink left.
Taking some cues form a Friday night songfest, I did an AI search for "Motown oldies 120-128 bpm" and had more songs than I needed for the early morning class.
I was already tired when I agreed to teach The Guru's Monday morning, Aquacise class; however, she sounded sick so I got to work. It was 9pm (or 8pm old time).
5 comments:
I love the "backwards" storytelling format! I’m so sorry about the coxa saltans scare, but it sounds like you handled it with grace (and maybe a little help from Tylenol). Hopefully, the rest of your week is much lower-impact and just as musically inspired!
Sometimes it is the instructor who gets the lesson. It is easy to tell people what to do when instructing others. Arjeha
Anita,
I recognized this backward format before reading the read backwards note! Fun format. Those hops are nothing to mess with when we reach the warranty expiration. But who can resist Motown, right?
Sometimes we forget that pushing others to go beyond their limits is easy when we re on the sidelines. arjeha
Anita!
Maybe it's just me since I'm PST, but I love DST. To me, it's perfect. I hate it when it ends cause it messes up my sense of time. Thankfully technology adjusts the time for us, but a bit of a pain when it's analog clocks. Sometimes I leave it with the old time since I can just convert it in my head (but also cause I'm lazy to change it).
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