But as I sit here at work icing my sore, arthritic knee under my desk I sure feel old.
Did any of you spend any amount of time in an athletic training room in school? I did. I practically lived there. It was like an unwanted free internship in athletic training. While I sat on naugahyde covered benches and tended to my own varied injuries, I learned valuable skills like: taping ankles; how to run the ice baths; ice massages; how wrestlers cut weight; the varied tones of joint crepitus; how bad hockey gear smells; muscle taping; how to test the laxity in a knee; and how amazing a fresh bag of ice tightly saran wrapped to your post-surgical knee feels.
This crazy back and forth weather is already affecting my joint and add to that running around an arena in deep sand leading horses for kids lessons and I am shuffle-limping around work and determining my work outfits based on ability to allow direct ice bag contact to my knee.
I was a little worried that my lesson this week would be bad since my knee was struggling so hard but actually it went quite well. I was only reminded twice by my trainer to stop locking up my right knee. That’s pretty good considering it was probably more likely to default to a “safety” position while swollen. Do other people also talk about their injured/non-compliant limbs as if they had a mind of their own??
We worked on respecting corners in the arena, staying straight, and promptness all to good success. We hit a rhythm together and things felt quite nice from my perspective and a whole lot better than last week. He may have still had his angry face on when I tacked him up but we finished the lesson working together without much tension from either of us. Last week was a bit of a tension brawl all the way around. My trainer commented that even though we had done more work this time than last week, he was less sweaty and part of that was likely due to the surprising extra effort it takes to stiffly work against each other versus swinging together.
I am traveling for the next couple of weeks so it was great to have a successful lesson to ponder.
Louie was practically falling asleep as I was cooling him out but seriously, who stands like this:
Does it not look like MUCH more effort to cock your hip that far?! How can that be comfortable?!
Man, Louie, between whatever this is, and my professional slouching ability, no wonder we tie each other up in knots trying to be straight!