My sister Rosie, the rockstar talented physical therapist, gave me some little stretch and ab exercises last time I went to visit her and her family. I did them for a while, not three times a week like she told me to, but once in a while. Like maybe three times one week, once the next, five the week after that, none the next. Even so, I felt better. They were working to get me over the year-plus of foot and back-related sedentary-ness.
So, feeling better, what I did was set my sights on getting “in shape”. I asked her to give me more exercises, which she did. I shopped for a gym. But meanwhile, I stopped doing the little stretches completely. I became focused on developing a grander workout plan.
Bad idea. Everything got worse.
I mentioned this to Rosie, “Hey what the eff, everything is hurting again!”
“What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I was doing the little stretches but then you sent me the big routine and I got kinda overwhelmed and I stopped doing everything and now I hurt.”
“Well I sent you that stuff when you said you were going to hire a PT out there. It wasn’t supposed to be all for you.”
“Oh, right.” I’d forgotten that part. “So, should I just keep doing the little stretches?”
“Yes! Keep going. Little stretches, three times a week.”
“Ok ok. I got it.”
“And you could hire a PT in Cali.”
“I’ll think about it.”
And so, today I did my little stretches, and tiny abdominal moves, and I feel better. Amazing.
I’m gonna keep going.