Back again

Due to my overweening display of machismo at last week's yoga class, today I had to go to the chiropractor to have an adjustment of my fifth lumbar vertebrae, along with a bunch of other pokes and prods. I really like my chiropractor because she gives me all kinds of advice about self-care and lifting with my legs not my back, but every once in a while, she'll pass on a piece of information that sounds suspiciously like she may have read it in the Weekly World News. Like when I was pregnant, she told me about a woman in Africa who walked 90 miles, then gave birth, then walked another 10 miles and gave birth again, then finally made it to the hospital where yet a third baby was born. I assume that the moral of the story was that I should stop whining about pregnancy and do more Kegels but instead I just went home and thanked my lucky stars I live within a 10 minute walk of the hospital.