I thought I had a day of work today, but it got cancelled at the last minute – which is fine.
Okay, it’s not fine. I need the money and losing a day of work sucks ass, but since there’s no use crying over spilled milk I went to the chiropractor instead.
My plan was to get an adjustment, magically feel better and then spend the rainy afternoon swimming.
When I shared this plan with the doctor, he paused and said, “I don’t think you should go swimming today. I think you should go home, ice your hip and take it easy”
But… but it’s raining.
One of the few guilt-free pleasures in my life is swimming in the gym’s heated outdoor pool on a rainy day.
For some reason, people don’t want to get in the water when it’s rainy (go figure), so I’m usually the only one in the pool. The water’s heated to the mid-eighties which is a bit too warm for lap swimming, but the rain on my back is cool and it’s quiet and relaxing and I can concentrate on my form instead of trying not to get kicked in the ribs as my lane-mate passes me.
We’re having a dry year, too. Who knows when I’ll have a nice quiet swim again?
Although I was tempted to ignore his advice – after all, he’s not a real doctor – the fact that he made my hip about 90% less painful is reason enough for me to listen, even though it’s a different kind of pain to imagine the empty pool at the gym while I sit on the couch with an icepack.
Hopefully there will be work next week. And rain.
But not at the same time.