Hello, Hip Flexors

You know the front part of your hip?  The part that helps you lift up your leg to step?  This unassuming little connective tissue is now screaming at me every time I move.  Running?  Nope.  Something far more difficult.  Racing my son down the driveway on a tricycle built for people who can share accessories with Mr. and Ms. Potato Head.

Caden was in his Cozy Coupe and I was trying to get him to do more than just sit there in it.  So I hopped on the nearest tricycle and eased up beside him.  I looked over with my best "I dare ya" face.  And with my knees in my ears, channeled my inner Flinstone and pulled myself forward a few steps.  The muscles that made it happen?  Hip flexors, in effect!  Because my other muscles were so folded up that they were useless.  I looked back to see my boy smiling from ear to ear and already rolling forward to meet me.  So we went like that, a few quick steps at a time down the driveway, over and over, until we got up enough speed to coast.  Which is also when I realized he wasn't steering, and had to run him into the grass before we hit the drop at the end of the driveway.

I'm sure my neighbors had a big laugh, watching the whole scene.  There I was, big-blobby-mommy squeezed into a toddler trike, racing Sweetest Boy (who was in a much bigger vehicle by the way) using only my hip flexors and heels.  So I'm pretty sure I looked like some strange alien spider creature suffering from an acute case of hyperactivity and vertigo (plus muffin top).  No wonder Caden was smiling.