Today was the day I got down to the business of getting strong again. I got up and put on my work out clothes. I dropped my kids off and headed off to the other end of town. I psyched myself up by thinking of it this way "Don't most brides hit the gym twice a week before their big day?". Okay. I can do this. It will help me to get serious about bulking up. My mood will certainly improve and maybe I can lose the crutches for the wedding.
So, for like the thousandth time I started physical therapy. We started by warming up on the recumbent bike. First of all, I am the smallest adult size human to use that equipment. Second my foot kept sliding off the pedal even with the rubber strap tightened all the way. He ended up tying them on with therabands. At this point I discovered I am still incapable of pedaling all the way through, although I was hopeful. At least, I was incapable of it when pedaling the normal way. Instead I pedaled backwards with my feet tied to the pedals for 10mins.
We followed that up with stepping up and down with alternating feet. Way easier one side than the other. I did standing to sitting, side stepping up an incline (one side and then the other), leg lifts, crouching to standing against the wall, hip stretches and bridges. When I was done I was tired and sore, but remarkably still standing. I felt good. The endorphins were flowing and I felt accomplished. I felt invincible and hungry.
As the day wore on I ate to satiate my reinvigorated appetite and drank water like it was going out of style. By dinner it was time for Advil and an ice pack. The therapist warned me I'd reach the peak of soreness within 48hrs. From where I'm sitting just now, that's troubling.
I have a parent teacher conference to attend at 8:45am. I hope I can move in the morning. So, I'm going to ice my hip and watch Once Upon A Time and pray the inflammation goes down before morning.
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