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Fringe
There was a show in the NY Fringe Festival that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cattitude very much wanted to see, a dance thing called Aspic. I decided to go with him, despite the heat.
On the way there, I stepped wrong, and hurt my foot. No big deal, I thought. Take it a little easy, and continue on the way.
The show was good: six short pieces, totalling just under an hour. Walking back to the subway, my ankle felt worse. After a few blocks, the opposite knee also hurt, from taking extra load off the ankle. Andy gave me a couple of Advil, and I made my way slowly home, to sit down in the air conditioning, read Douglas Adams for a bit, and then go to bed.
Everything feels better this morning: a night's sleep often does wonders. My tentative analysis is that I twisted the ankle, something I used to do fairly often, usually with no real consequence, but haven't in ages. Maybe it's forgotten how to untwist right away. I'm considering a gym visit that skips the cardio and otherwise goes easy on the ankles and knees.
As a side note, I have now tried the reopened Kiev twice, and won't be giving it a third try. The first time, they managed to undercook the apple pancakes. I was not happy. But Andy wanted to give it a try, so we had dinner there last night before the show. The Chicken Kiev was all right; the mushroom barley soup was bland; and the onion rings were the chopped and formed kind, without enough onion, and just glistening with the oil they'd been fried in. Andy liked his potato-pickle soup, but didn't think much of the pierogi, and they only have that soup on Sundays. From now on, when I want pierogis, Veselka will get my business.
Update: I walked a couple of blocks in the park, and decided going to the gym would be unwise: joints need to be taken care of.. Regular workout either tomorrow or Wednesday, and I think skip yoga this week.
cattitude very much wanted to see, a dance thing called Aspic. I decided to go with him, despite the heat.On the way there, I stepped wrong, and hurt my foot. No big deal, I thought. Take it a little easy, and continue on the way.
The show was good: six short pieces, totalling just under an hour. Walking back to the subway, my ankle felt worse. After a few blocks, the opposite knee also hurt, from taking extra load off the ankle. Andy gave me a couple of Advil, and I made my way slowly home, to sit down in the air conditioning, read Douglas Adams for a bit, and then go to bed.
Everything feels better this morning: a night's sleep often does wonders. My tentative analysis is that I twisted the ankle, something I used to do fairly often, usually with no real consequence, but haven't in ages. Maybe it's forgotten how to untwist right away. I'm considering a gym visit that skips the cardio and otherwise goes easy on the ankles and knees.
As a side note, I have now tried the reopened Kiev twice, and won't be giving it a third try. The first time, they managed to undercook the apple pancakes. I was not happy. But Andy wanted to give it a try, so we had dinner there last night before the show. The Chicken Kiev was all right; the mushroom barley soup was bland; and the onion rings were the chopped and formed kind, without enough onion, and just glistening with the oil they'd been fried in. Andy liked his potato-pickle soup, but didn't think much of the pierogi, and they only have that soup on Sundays. From now on, when I want pierogis, Veselka will get my business.
Update: I walked a couple of blocks in the park, and decided going to the gym would be unwise: joints need to be taken care of.. Regular workout either tomorrow or Wednesday, and I think skip yoga this week.