“And I’m on tonight
You know my hips don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel it’s right
All the attraction, the tension
Don’t you see baby, this is perfection”

This is what Shakira sings.

And what about me?

Oh my god, now it happened… My hip starts complaining about the overburden of my running… This is not fair. The 25 km of last Sunday – although they felt ok while running them – killed me. Or, rather, killed my hip. It’s sooo sore. I don’t know what that means yet, but nothing is easy with a sore hip. I guess I must be patient.

Patience is not my friend.

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