Tuesday, May 08, 2012
OK kids, do not try this at home. Everything described in this blog entry is being done by professional stunt people.
My body is connected by very tight rubber bands called muscles. My constant challenge is to stretch enough so that I won't be in constant pain and so that I won't get injured from exercise or after exercise or from sleeping. . .
Part of my new stretching routine is to ask my husband to stretch me out before bedtime. He's an RN and knows how these bones and muscles are supposed to move and he's an athlete who knows just how far he can move them without hurting me.
We do 3 stretches that are impossible for me to do by myself. He stretches my quads. You know the stretch where you reach back and grab your ankle, bringing your foot up to your rear? Ha! I can't even reach my ankle. . . So hubby to the rescue. This is really important because tight quads are what pulled my knee and hip out of joint last month. He also stretches my hamstring and my glutes.
Last week, he decided to introduce me to the machine at the Y that helps you to stretch on your own. I dutifully sat on the thing and followed the instructions for the different stretches. We quit after 5 min. of helpless giggling because I was too tight to even get my body into position!
I'm glad that I have my husband to do this. I suppose a massage therapist or a physical therapist could do this too. I stopped going to massage therapists after two disasters. The first therapist said "Oooo. I know about fibromyalgia. You have trigger points!" Jab! She put me in pain for a week. She wasn't malicious . . . just clueless. I'm not quite sure what the second one did but she seriously injured my shoulder - an injury that I still suffer from 3 years later. I'm sure that those injuries are unusual since my muscles are unusual to begin with.
So today I celebrate my husband - the human rack! And I'm glad that he has the patience to do this day after day.