Muha
Hmmm, so i’ve been injured for circa six months now. Torn hip flexor or something that never healed properly. Yessssss*. I’ve been rockin my second round of physical therapy for a little over a month. Day one I was told to get more flexible and then prescribed eight fairly painful stretches to do every night. They only take about an hour and fifteen minutes*. But I do them, because I’m not allowed to do anything else. Doc says no running, biking, yoga, skiing. Huh? Those things ARE me. And thus, I have found myself utterly lost in recent months. My routine has become Work, dinner, talk myself into stretching, stretching.
Around day 15 I was prescribed various strengthening exercises for my core. So now I do those too. These are no hob jobs that are prescribing this stuff, I don’t want to lead you in that direction. I’ve got a physician, physical therapist, massage therapist, and exercise physiologist who all collude rather frequently on what the hell I should do. And I think I’m making headway thanks to those funkmasters.
So here’s the deal: I’ve had little excitement in my sports life lately because of this so called injury, and quite frankly, I felt like this stretching business was going nowhere. My how I was wrong. On Sunday night I was stretching away, and I thought ‘Aww, what the hell?’ (I’m sure you can imagine that). I decided to try and touch my toes. Last time I could do that was before middle school. That’s really a guess, but you get the picture. Muhahaha. My toes were touched. And my heart jumped. It all starts with a small fire.
* read: sarcasm
Filed by ryanroth at December 20th, 2006 under Life