Coronatine Adventures – “The virtual doc visit. Say wut??” (Wednesday, March 25th)

Honestly, despite everything, it's been a really great day so far. The sun is shining and it's 90+ degrees outside. I've got my houseplants sunning on a ledge and a stack of chocolate chip cookies at my disposal. I've got smooth jazz in the background, my favorite candle beside me, and I can study for … Continue reading Coronatine Adventures – “The virtual doc visit. Say wut??” (Wednesday, March 25th)

Coronatine Adventures – "Get Moving" (Sunday, March 22nd)

When I workout at the Physical Therapy gym I get to look myself in the eye in a floor to ceiling mirror while doing some of the sequences. A couple weeks ago during a particularly difficult session, my mental strength was really starting to slip as my heart was pounding and sweat was dripping and I was getting just a tad bit dizzy from not breathing properly. In the mirror I could see my male PT (I have a female one I see as well) coming up behind me as I started to "cheat" more and more with each rep. I thought he would call me out instantly, but instead he dead eyed me in the mirror.

Unsteady Uproot – “Love at first stretch” (Wednesday, June 26th)

A bouquet of tulips held up against a mural painted like a sunset over a farm.

I first fell in love with the magical field of physical therapy when I was a teen barely beginning my undergraduate education. I was experiencing some unfortunate repercussions from my childhood back injury and had reached out to a local chiropractor for help. I wasn't making much progress with her so she referred me to a local exercise physiologist who specialized in injury recovery. I checked his credentials and he held a degree in kinesiology.

How do I get off the couch?

I do wear one of those fancy FitBits, though, which means I at least have some sort of aspiration to exercise. I go to the park across the street a couple times a week to "get my steps in". There I see young people and old people and couples and dogs and even kids jogging along looking all glowy with the sweat of a fit person, and I think to myself, "It must be nice to be so strong and awesome like that." I get uber jealous of runners sometimes.