So yesterday, Phil told me that we were just going to stretch. I really didn’t argue with that but I was hoping to do squats and do MORE than 21 reps so I could say that Clowney has nothing on me! (yeah right) I was down for a stretch though instead. He asked how I felt and I told him that I haven’t felt as bad as I have been feeling. (If that makes any sense) This prolonged cold is REALLY getting to me!!! I could feel my body resisting as Phil started stretching me. It bothers me that I can’t control that. That inability to control your body really is humbling as my friend with RA has told me. I wasn’t going to think about that for to long though. I was just going to “relax” as Phil always tells me. I told him yesterday that I actually visualize him saying that in my head. He is sitting at the Keiser machine and says “just relax” like he always does. He kind of smiled and said, “good.” If only the relaxing part was that easy for me, right?!
I asked after Sherrie and Amanda. I’ve decided that they are my “girls” even though I have never met Amanda. Both Sherrie and Amanda understand things that I try explaining to other people and it always falls short. They understand because they also have MS. Sherrie, Amanda, and Kimmy all know things that I can’t ever put into words or come up with a fitting analogy because they KNOW how it feels. As my cousin Kimmy says, “MS sucks!” I’ll agree with that. But what else am I going to do?
Phil was stretching my hard-core and it “hurt so good!” I could feel my body resisting less and less and that was nice. I always think of it as me being clay and it takes awhile for it to become mailable and easier to work with. Phil told me to put my legs over the side of the table and he was going to stretch my ankles. Once my legs were over the side, I told him that , “my legs feel warm.” And they did. I could feel blood flowing through my legs all the way down to my feet and back. That’s a REALLY nice feeling! Phil told me that we were done and Backey was going to take me out because he had a client. He pushed me over to the chairs where my coat was and I kept my feet up the ENTIRE way! He puts his fist out and pulled it away as I went to grab it and then I put my fist out to fist bump him. I was going to take getting my fist grabbed but then he put his fist out again. I couldn’t resist. I grabbed his fist and yelled, “Joystick!” and he smiled just as Backey came over to take me out to me car.