1.31.14 First Is the Worst…

Reese came out to help me into Barwis, but I was SO wrapped up in my book (I’m almost done) I told him that I’ll get in by myself in a bit.  We talked about football for a little while (Go Broncos!) and wished each other a good weekend.

Phil stretched me out a little bit and set my feet and told me to stand.  I barely moved up from my chair!  My legs remained bent and I realized that my hips were so tight that I was not able to stand.  Phil asked me if that was me standing?!  He had me sit down again (I didn’t have THAT far to go!) and he stretched me some more.  I was not bothered by this fact, I kept saying,  “first is the worst; second is the best!” I must have said it like 8 times. Phil said he was going to hurt me if I said it anymore. But then he set my feet and I stood with a loud *BINK*. It was A LOT better. He told me to start doing some squats but my feet were set too far under the bar so he had me sit again. He stretched me some more.  He was working really hard because my legs were so tight. He was shaking! I wanted to take a picture of him but he wouldn’t let me.  He set my feet and I stood with yet another *BINK.*

I started doing squats. Eric came over and told me that I should kick Phil and his face because he was seated right in front of me as I’m doing my squats.  (He was TOTALLY joking!) I think that that is physically impossible for me to do at this point. So I completed the squat I was working on and *BINK*ed and said, “600.”  Eric I asked, “600?!” I look to over and his direction, and said “really… it’s 4.”   I was able to do 10 and a half squats. I did these almost 11 squats in quick succession *BINK*ing everytime!

Phil pushes me over to the table but it was in use. He had me stay in my chair and he stretched me some more. He told me that will probably just stay in the chair because he was going to work my ankles. My left foot has been turning on its side so I am putting pressure on the outside of my foot.  I have blisters on the outside of my foot and my pinky and ring toe.  They’ve popped.  It hurts.   Phil started with my left ankle and told me to turn my ankle out. I found it was EXTREMELY difficult to do. So he switches to my right ankle which my right leg is historically my “poop” leg.  He told me to turn it out and I was REALLY trying but it did not move. He said, “that was sh**ty.” I started laughing and he said, “just being honest” with a straight face.

Phil takes me out to my car which I got in ALL BY MYSELF again! We fist bump and he tells me that my stands and squats were good but my ankle was sh**ty.  Overall, today seemed like a good day (but NOT like Ice Cube) but the saying should be “first is the worst; second is a little better; and third is the REAL best.  At least it was for me.  We won’t talk about my ankles.