This past week was a good time to visit my physical therapist; get a plan to continue building strength. Copious notes ready for our visit, I didn’t waste time stuttering or trying to remember what I wanted to ask.
Assessing, she’s pleased with flexibility. We need to strengthen quads, usually my strong suit. I’ve babied them since all the knee stuff. I’ve been tentative, I don’t know why, healthy knees need strong quads.
“Is it okay to ATG when performing squats?”
“I don’t know, let’s see, do it.”
Laughing, suspecting if I can get back up, ATG is affirmative.
I drop it like it’s hot, low, low, low. 🎶 🎶
And I even get back up. Slowly. But I get up.
Birddogs on Bosu or a half-round foam roller, wall-sits, kettlebells, planks, ATG squats, regular squats, goblet squats, pistol squats, burpees, arm and shoulder work, lunges, pulsing lunges, all the good stuff, usual suspects.
Stretch, stretch, stretch.
We are no longer doing namby-pamby rehab type business; it served a purpose but it’s time to move onward, upward, working a full-out strengthening program.
I like a plan, like I like a to-do list, my quirky self.
I’m delighted, over the moon with our plan.
“As long as I am able, I can do it, right, the work? No worries about previous injuries?”
“Correct.”
Years of training and I still want/need instruction to correct bad form or poor habits. I am so grateful for ability to move my body. Soon hopefully construction will be far enough along on the highway that Maggie and I will be able to bike to town, ten miles or so. She and I need sunshine, fresh air, and exercise.
Stay active friends. Spend money for preventive maintenance here and there. With a little work and a lot of luck, we will move our bodies right up to the time He calls us home.
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