I brought Sean with me to Barwis on Friday. He got me into the building and we waited by the chairs. Phil walked through the glass door that separates the front with the gym and he started play pounding on Sean similarly to how my brothers greet Sean. Sean has come with me to Barwis a number of times and he and Phil seem to get along well. Phil stretched me at the opposite end of the plyo boxes as Sean sat on the higher boxes. The stretch is painful but I know it is much-needed. As I was being stretched, I looked at Sean sadly and said that this what Barwis is reduced to now. Just stretching. Sean has witnessed me working extremely hard and being more productive previously at Barwis. Saying this to him was difficult for me.
After the stretch, I headed to the stander. Sean had never seen me in the stander and watched as Phil got me in and strapped. He watched as Phil cranked it up. Once I was in and standing, they started messing around. I had to say (at least twice) as I pounded my hands on the stander’s tray, “Now, Boys!” I think I was more worried about what Sean and Phil were doing rather than any pain I was feeling. Boys will be boys I suppose. I stood in the stander twice for 15 minutes.
TOTAL TIME IN STANDER = 141 MINUTES.
Phil took me out to my car and helped me to get in. His variation of the “bends” this time was, “Bend your damn legs!” Hmmm… He said that right in front of Sean! He wished us a good weekend, shut the door, and went back inside.