I am lying on my bed, pressing my left hip into a frozen water bottle and making ouchy sounds as I wait for the anti-inflammatories and Heineken to kick in.

I inadvertently took a spinning class yesterday — long story, just know that I “pushed it” and “worked it” and “upped the resistance” and all that. And today, I felt a little stiff but okay.

Until later, of course, when I tried to take a run and, about halfway through, my hip started cramping, forcing me to do the Pigeon yoga pose on the park bench next to all the puppy-owning teenage street rats who smoked and smirked, smoked and smirked.

Hip cramp! As Turq asks, “what is even in there to cramp?” There’s a ball and socket and probably a couple ligaments tethering it all together. My yoga instructor tried to explain to me once how an inflamed hip can aggravate the sciatic nerve (which makes for the secondary butt pain I’m also experiencing.)

Point of all this: ow ow ow.

I’m hoping this is a minor setback to my grand running experiment. I just got an iPhone and I uploaded the new Nike+ Running GPS app which I look forward to trying out. And, the two huge benefits of running so far:

• It seems to burn the hell out of calories, which means I can eat more, which means I am happier, which means everyone is happier. Hungry Becky is not lovable.
• My legs are looking pretty foxyfine.

So there you go. In case you think this whiny post was all just one big excuse to brag about my foxyfine legs, I’ll leave you with this question, out of the mythical left field:

Am I the only white girl who remembers Xuxa?

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