Yesterday, Phil took me over to a red mat and had me lay down on it. I kept asking why we were over there, I had never been there before, and he kept saying, “Don’t worry about it.” So I laid down and it was soon obvious what I was doing there. He started stretching my legs out like a pretzel! It hurt SO badly! I kept yelling and he kept shushing me.
After this really hard stretch that seemed to last forever, he brought a plyo box over to the mat. The goal was for me to kneel in front of the plyo box and hold it for 20 seconds. Apparently, it would work my core muscles. They pretty much have been non-existent for a way super long time. It took a few times to completely work out the logistics of how we were going to accomplish this goal. I ended up kneeling for the 20 seconds twice. But, Phil was counting way SUPER slowly!
I asked Phil how I was going to get up now that I’m on the mat and he asked me how I get up from the turf and back in my chair. I said, “You pick me up and put me there.” And he kind of nodded. So that is what he did. He ended up putting me into my car because my legs were SO fatigued they were shaking. He grabbed my hand and refused to fist bump me. I sat in my car for a while because I was SO tired. I drove home tired, sore, and in pain but my strength is coming back “little by little…” and that makes me happy.
Ha! He must know you’re a Catholic girl. Kneeling is important 😉