‘This One’s Due for Rebackal (and Reribbal, Surprisingly)’
So, when we last checked in on Our Hero (that’s me!), he had bravely suffered a diagnosis of BB (Bad Back), leading to WDFWWTF (Wacky Dropped Foot When Walking Too Fast). One of the things that my doctor had prescribed was Physical Therapy, so I’ve been going to professional Sadists three times a week for the last many weeks, now.
Just about every other time that I would go, they would teach me a new exercise, and my first response to the new exercise was, “Hey, this one’s not so hard!” This happened every time.
My minder, Tamara, would watch me do the exercise a few times (just long enough for me to get the false confidence), and then she would universally announce, “You’re doing it wrong. Don’t [as it might be] raise your unsupported hip that much. Try to keep it level with the other hip.” (Me: “Arrrrrggh!”) “There, that’s better, just like that!”
After about a month of this, I figured out that I was instinctively doing things the Easy Way, but that that is not The Point of Exercise; no, the point of exercise is to do things the Hard Way. So now, when she teaches me a new exercise, I ask myself, “Is it miserable? No? What, then, am I doing wrong?”
I’m like her Star Pupil, now.
(Post #6 of 16 Posts in 16 Days)
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