Hip Flexors

My hip flexors are always terribly tight. I know it sounds ridiculous, but in my speciality, I end up using (and misusing) them all the time, which means that sometimes I’m creating patterns with my feet for 8 hours a day, at the expense of my hip flexors (mysterious, I know…). So, coupled with pretty intense workout sessions, my hip flexors are almost always a shitshow.

I’ve started going to a massage therapist/reflexologist known for her work with hip flexors, and it has been incredible. It’s the most intense, searing pain that I’ve felt aside from birthing children, and I can sometimes actually see stars and taste the iron in my mouth signaling that I’m about to faint. But, in the end, the relief is ecstacy.

I was lying there on the table today trying not to writhe around, and I thought about therapy. I don’t know why I was so startled when I fell into that month or two of “low mood” (depression) recently. I expect physical therapy to hurt before it feels better, so why should I have expected anything different from therapy therapy?

Day 151.