I remember pulling up to the Barwis Methods Training Center and being extremely nervous and a little bit excited. When we opened the door and I wheeled in, we heard music blaring and met a man named Dusty at the front desk. There were framed jerseys from all different sports on the walls. The center smelled like a turfed football field. That smell is so familiar to me now. It’s comforting. The music is just as comforting. Dusty told us that first day that the music was too loud and not always appropriate.
We make our way into the workout area. I saw a bunch of people working out doing all sorts of different things. I was the only person in a wheelchair. I felt a little bit intimidated but am comforted by seeing Mike. He was stretching someone out. By this time, I felt like I knew him already because I had watched his TED talk so much and I spoke to him on the phone when I made my appointment.
He comes over and introduces himself to me, my Mom, and my son, Sean. We make our way on to the turf and he kneels down. He extends my legs feeling the muscles in my quadirceps. He tells me that all four muscle groups in my legs are firing and that is good. I smile not really knowing what that means but if he thinks something is good, I take that as something promising.
We make our way over to the squat machine and Mike gets me into a harness and explains to me what we are going to do. I heard him explain it so much in the TED talk video I knew what to expect. Knowing what expect and actually experiencing something are two COMPLETELY different things! I get hooked up to the Keiser machine and then I am standing! Tall! My body does not hurt when doing this and it feels good! Mike asks what I think and I reply, “I’m short.” I have been sitting down so long, I’m used to seeing the world from a 4’1 viewpoint and now that I’m standing, the view from 5’0 (my height when I’m standing) doesn’t seem all that different. It’s a bit anticlimactic. We start doing squats. Mike is holding my knees encouraging me the whole time with a “C’mon!” and things like that.
I don’t remember how many reps I did but I DO remember that he eventually unhooked the hooks that were attaching me to the air machine that was helping me and he told a man named Jesse to hold my hands. I was SHOCKED! You mean I’m going to do squats ALL BY MYSELF?! I told Jesse in a barely audible voice, mostly mouthed for him to “not let me go!” with my eyes as wide as saucers. He nodded and laughed a bit in understanding and told me that he wouldn’t. Jesse came around to face me and put his hands over my hands on the bar and Mike stood behind me. I proceeded to squat with both of them encouraging me. I don’t remember how many we did but enough until Mike was satisfied. He told me that we were going to work on my hamstrings next. He left to get the equipment ready.
As I am sitting in my chair watching them prep the equipment Larry Foote walks over and introduces himself to my son and me. He had a towel in his hands and I had my hands on my wheels. I told him that “I know, [who he is] we see him on TV.” He told me that he looks bigger on TV which I thought was true. I told him, “I was thinking it! I wasn’t going to say it but I was thinking it.” He laughed and told me that he gets bigger closer to the season. It was summer and training camps weren’t set to start until the end of the month. He asked if I was a Steelers fan and I shook my head and told him that “I’m from Detroit. I’m a Lions fan and a post-season Packers fan.” I wondered where I was getting all of this nerve from to tell the middle linebacker from the Steelers that I am not fan. But, the new found nerve continued. I told him that I saw the Super Bowl (a few years ago vs. the Packers). “You guys didn’t bring it!” He agreed and blamed the offense. I told him “I know. I saw it.” I told him that if they were playing the Lions, I’d watch. He told me that they play them in Pittsburg this year and that if I want tickets to tell Mike. It’s only a 4 hour drive from here to there. Then he goes back to work and Mike comes back.
Mike leans over and picks me up! I know that no one has done this to me EVER at this point in my life. He carries me over to the blocks in front of the hamstring machine. He sets me down there and tells me what we are going to do. I brace myself and do what he tells me to do. It is difficult. I summon my inner warrior and “grab my guts” as my Dad used to say. I’m surprised that these grunts are coming out of my mouth but I don’t try to stifle them. When I am finished, Larry Foote walks over and rubs my back and extends his fist. I look at it and say that my hands are holding me up. I felt like I was going to fall over if I let go but I couldn’t leave Larry Foote hanging! I extend my right fist and we fist bump.
Then Mike lays me on the turf and he stretches me out for a while. It’s been a tough day. I’m tired. It was like 11:30 when we left. It was 9 when we got there. I leave feeling good. I see this as the beginning of my road to actively walking even though I have done many things thus far to ready myself for this point. I leave feeling that Mike is confident that he can help me. I’m not too far gone or beyond hope and that feels good.
