Dan pulled me inside after I got out of my car on my own. Mike pushed me to the blue table and sat me on it. He asked how my legs were feeling while he kneaded my calves. I thought for a minute about how to answer him as he said that they didn’t feel as tight. I told him that they didn’t feel tight but felt weaker than they normally have as of late. He nodded and had me stay seated and lift my left leg, “Up and out.” I did so after I sat up straighter and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and when my left leg raised and moved outward with ease, they flew open and I said, “Boop!” as I put my foot back on the floor. He had me do the same for my right leg. “Boop!” He had me repeat the process one more time. The right leg was difficult to move and I just barely did so. I told Mike, “I did 4 ‘Boops!'” He looked at me and clarified that I did 3 ‘Boops!’ I told him that one was just practice and I repeated the right leg movement.
He had me lay back and stretched my legs a bit. Then he crossed my legs and took a step back. He does this often and it is my job to uncross them by myself. I sat up a little so I could see my legs and worked at uncrossing them. Once they were uncrossed, I looked at him and beamed. He asked, “No ‘Ta-Da’?” I continued to look at him with my expression changing to determination. I sat up straighter so I needed to adjust my hands and once I did so; I yelled, “Ta-Da!” Mike just closed his eyes and shook his head. He had me lay back again and he stretched my legs some more. This time he crossed my legs tighter and stepped back. Trying to uncross them was DIFFICULT!!! I almost gave up but then I felt my legs begin to loosen and I knew I was going to uncross them. Once I did, this time, my, “Ta-Da!” was louder and accompanied with my arms raised in the air in victory. Another trainer (I think his name is Mike also)looked at us and kind of chuckled. I told him, “I just uncrossed my legs! That’s a big deal!”
Mike had me lay on my stomach and when he stretched my heel to my butt and pushed as I gasped and grunted, he assured me that THIS was his worst. I was glad because I didn’t think I could handle much more! Then he had me lay on my back and he pulled me until I was in the very center of the table. I didn’t know what he was going to do because I never have been in the very center. He placed his hands on my knees and told me that he wished he had 3 hands. He pushed my knees down (they were a little bit raised off of the table) and told me that he would sit me up with his third hand. I put both of my hands on the table and pushed in an attempt to sit up. Each time I re-adjusted my hands to sit up further, Mike pushed my knees down. I don’t know how long we did this but the intensity of the stretch was almost too much for me. The second he lifted his hands off of my knees because we were done, I moved my hands so I immediately collapsed down on my back onto the table.
My entire body was Jell-O and Mike said that I would feel it in my trifecta (he didn’t call it a trifecta but that is how I refer to my but, quads, and hamstrings) as he put me in my car. Oh, I felt it!!! I woke up to the familiar burn of when Jesse stretched me the first day I cried because it hurt so badly. The burn was familiar only because I will NEVER forget how that feels. It wasn’t a trifecta but mostly in my quads and hamstrings. Instead of the pain being from my hips to I my toes, it cut-off at my knees. I called in to work yesterday because the pain was too much. I feel better today (Wednesday). I go back to Barwis today and I wonder how many times will I have to feel a burn like that before I am walking. I will endure it though.