The rain is coming down hard today, in fat cold droplets. My jeans are cold and damp against my calves. I stood in the elevator feeling like a drowned rat after walking two and a half blocks in the sideways gale, hair falling in strings in my face, umbrella rendered useless. Beside me: two tall blonde Marina-types with perfect hair and clothes, not a drop on them, as they had likely been indoors since entering their cars at home to exiting their cars in the building’s underground garage. I wiped the rain off my glasses and headed in the direction of coffee.

This morning when I got out of bed I did thirty minutes of yoga. It was nice, but my hip hurts pretty bad today, still. The pain is in the joint, centralized to the back end, on the sit bone. I wonder if it has to do with the rain, the cold? The Accutane, which should be out of my blood by now?

In any case, the yoga helped wake the rest of my body.

I need to make an appointment with my GP for my annual exam, and I will ask her if she knows of a specialist I can go to. I kind of dread this, but this pain is starting to really affect me. It’s making me not want to train — at a time when I most want and need to be training.

Breakfast today: hard-cooked egg, tangerine, banana bread slice, handful of raw nuts, coffee.
Lunch: leftover beef vegetable soup, roll with butter, diet coke.

We watched the Superbowl last night. I thought the majority of the ads were either moronically sexist, not funny, or both. Bleah. I did turn over to CNN to watch the MoveOn ad at 5:35. The halftime show “shock” didn’t really shock me, but I am not among the seemingly vast population of prudish, hypocritical Americans who are so far displaying no outrage at beer ads featuring flatulent equines, or portraying women as either shrews or sluts.

Tonight I’m resting my body and studying my hiragana. I really want to go to martial arts class tomorrow night… I will go, just don’t know how long I will be able to practice.