I got out of my car alone yesterday and when I opened the door, Deeds pulled me in. When I got into Barwis, Mike asked me how I was feeling and I told him that, “My quads are KILLING!” I had awakened the night before in the middle of the night with my quads hurting really badly! He thought for a moment and when it was my time, he sat me on the table and made his hands into fists again and pressed them on my quads. He knuckled my thighs. “Knuckled” IS a word (I looked it up at Merriam-Webster online). It means: To press or rub with the knuckles. That was what Mike did. I remember Phil doing this also. My Mom doesn’t think it’s a word but it IS!
After he knuckled me, he stretched me. The stretches STILL have NOT gotten easier but I feel that my body has loosened up a bit in spite of this bitter cold. I still protest and by that I mean that I gasp, yell, and scream. Luckily, I still HAVEN’T said, “Ooh Doggie!” again though. When we were almost done, he asked how my quads felt. I furrowed my brows as if to say that they were still tight. He asked if I wanted him to work on them further and I nodded. He pressed harder this time and I told him that he better not bruise me. (He didn’t but it would be okay if he did).
He put me in the car a little clumsily. I wonder when we will get it down. But, maybe I’ll be walking before then so it won’t matter. My legs stayed relaxed the ENTIRE way home and I fell asleep easily. I laid on my stomach at 9:51 and woke up a little after midnight but on my side so I don’t know how long I was on my stomach but my body STILL felt relaxed. I awoke just before my alarm with a dull pain in my quads. It hurt but not as much. The hot water of the shower relaxed them so my drive in to work was tolerable. It’s progressive I suppose. I’ll take it!