Ode to My Hips

Oh how I’ve learned so much about you. How you carry me strongly, mile after mile. Connected to you are the most important muscles and tendons I need to be fast, to be efficient. When you were told you needed surgery to repair labral tears, I took you to get a second opinion. “Physical therapy is all you need,” he said. You then went on to run the fastest 5K of your life, a half marathon, a mile and 800 time very close to your high school ability. A silver medal masters athlete. And now you’ve just registered for your first marathon.

I bet you didn’t know how tight you could get and how much PT you would need. So tight that your first born’s clubfoot got stuck in your tiny pelvis. Oh how they tugged and tugged to pull him out of you as you lay on the operating table. You persevered. You had a second child. And here you are, stronger and smarter than ever. You know that you need to keep your glutes and core not only strong, but loose. Loose enough to keep running. Strong enough to go faster.