8.12.15 “Wacky Sock Wednesday” #26

Elle had called me Monday to push my time back on Wednesday.  I pulled up to Barwis and my Mom was on the phone so I started wheeling myself in the rolldown door.  I saw Mike Morfitt and talked with him as I pushed myself up the ramp.  I hadn’t done that since a little bit before I tore my hamstring so I struggled a bit.  Connor was also coming in the door so he pushed me just inside.  I looked to my left (where the blue table is) and to my right and I didn’t see Nick.  I wheeled to the door that separates the front desk from the gym.  I pushed it open with my footrests and then got stuck.  I laughed to myself and luckily; Elle saw me and came over to help me.  She agreed to look for Nick as I was able to turn around.

I wheeled to by the chairs as Elle went the other way to look for Nick in the break room.  I took a deep breath to breathe in the ambiance.  It had been 1 week since I had been to Barwis to workout and I missed it.  I don’t remember which song was playing but I remember the smell!  It smelled like it ALWAYS has – like turf and hope.  Just then, I see Nick waving his arms by the blue table out of the corner of my eye.  I rolled over to there and he asked how my leg was.

He stretched my legs carefully while I sat in my chair and stretched me equally as carefully as I laid on the blue table.  It felt good to be stretched out but I  wasn’t pushing myself SUPER hard.  I watched as Garret walked all the way from one end of the gym to the other.  Nick told me that he was a quad.  I thought all along he was a para so his strides are that much more impressive to me now!  I’m GENIUNELY happy for him but get a a tinge of sadness (or longing) because I WANT TO do that!!!  My Mom took this pic because it WAS ‘Wacky Sock Wednesday” #26:

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Nick put me in my chair and my Mom wheeled me outside.  As I was about to get into my car, I heard my Mom say, “Hi” to someone so I turned my head.  It was Mike Rhoades.  I used to call him Michael.  (He didn’t like it – but I did it anyway).  We talked briefly and I told him that I tore my hamstring.   I told him that it hurt and I can FEEL it.  I’ve gotten used to the “trifecta of pain” (butt, quads,  and hamstrings).  But this wasn’t a “sore muscle” pain but a “hurt”pain.  He agreed and said that anyone who tears a muscle says it hurts.  My Mom helped me get into my car and I was tired because I hadn’t worked at Barwis for a week but quiet and couldn’t quite figure out why.  I miss Jesse and Phil.  I KNOW that but I don’t see them.  I told Mike that him leaving hurt my heart (in jest going along with the playful banter we always would engage in) but I guess it really DID and seeing AND talking with him made me realize that.