There I was, thinking I was a genius in the exercise department. Give me new exercises and look at me go! I manage everything. Well, except for the wobble board, and the less I speak about that the better, except that I am managing that well. Sort of. Better.
I have a new programme. Treadmill I can cope with, and standing on one (bad) leg on a trampoline while tossing a ball in the air?? Got it. There are others. I can do them. I try hard.
Enter the NEW exercise. Hahahahahahahahahahahha. HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO. It is simple, she says. Just stand on this thick block of foam rubber, and on your bad leg, rise on to the ball of your foot. Without holding on to the railings.
Simple. I can do that.
NO, I CANNOT.
The muscles in my foot/calf/thigh/rear end/arms/stomach/back/neck/head........ they cannot make the leg rise. No matter how hard I try. I can do it with ease on the good leg. All I had to do was rise and fall for 3 minutes. And after those three minutes of hell, I could only do it with 2 feet at a time, and holding on with both arms. When I tell you I was drenched with sweat and the language had taken an unexpected nosedive into the gutter, you will get the picture. I do not do "I can't". Just ask my kids.
And the evil physio woman grinned and said......."That one is going to take some work, Linds. But you are good with challenges!" I was restrained. It helped that every muscle in my body was screaming at the time. I staggered out to the waiting room, where Jean was waiting, and I looked as though I had just taken part in a marathon. So we went to Waitrose for coffee to recover.
So ask me what I have been doing all day????? Up. Down. Up. Down. On both feet without holding on. I don't do "can't" so I will breeze in there on Friday and announce that I can.
If it hasn't killed me by tomorrow.