Yesterday wasn’t as warm as it has been. I felt good for much of the day so I thought that fact would translate to a good showing at Barwis even though I hadn’t been there in a week. I was wrong. I arrived just a bit early and as I was waiting by the chairs I closed my eyes. I wasn’t sleeping so I guess I was just “resting my eyes.” Phil called to me when it was my time and asked me what was wrong. I shook my head and smiled and told him, “nothing.” He began stretching me at the Keiser machine and I asked him how I felt.
He said, “tight!” It was true. My legs had REALLY started to tighten up. He went to get the PURPLE half popcorn ball thing, positioned it, and told me to stand. I was trying! But, I think it was the third or fourth attempt that I ALMOST got all the way up. I had already asked Phil if we were walking (It has been SOO long since I have!) and he said , “No.” He told me that I can’t even stand up and told me to go to the table. I didn’t even roll down the little ramp with my hands up this time and I CERTAINLY didn’t “Woo!”
i was bummed. It is SO frustrating that I can’t control my body how I want to! Phil put me on the table and both of my legs stuck straight out. He told me to, “Relax!” and I tried to WILL my legs to chill out and bend. Phil told me to, “Relax” a few more times and when the finally did, he kicked my feet a few times. I WILLED my legs to NOT tighten up as he hits my feet and I was happy that they remained calm. We did some manual curls and as he laid me back onto the table I asked him what was going on?! Phil kind of shrugged and told me that it might be the heat. Well, that STINKS!!! I’ve been coming to Barwis long enough and Phil has worked with me long enough to know how my body reacts. Knowing this fact should lessen my frustration but it doesn’t. It CAN’T be summer FOREVER and I told Phil that I will shine in the Fall. Fall seems a LONG way off and I’m cool with that (teacher – remember?!) so in the meantime, I guess I will be frustrated. I’m STILL going to work (my legs were burning and shaking again in my attempt to stand) but I have to know that a good show may not be evident just yet in this heat.
Phil took me out to my car and put me inside. I think my frustration may have been evident. Phil didn’t wait for me to put my hand fully into a fist but he grabbed it anyway and shook it yelling, Joystick!” as he shut my door. I had to smile and laugh at this. I realized how tired I was on my way home.