Moments of Movement
Tuesday night, I went to bed with a feeling of physical satisfaction and mental contentment. In the previous week, I had had moments of flashing brilliance in my workouts. My mind and my body were giving me all of the right signs to indicate that it was time to look forward to the 2014 triathlon season. As I fell asleep that night, I dreamt of sugar plum fairies, Ironman trophies, and Kona slots. When I woke up, I swung my legs around to get out of bed. Huh. That doesn’t feel right. There was a niggle inside of my left hip. A little tender, I thought. …