Today at physical therapy, Dave says to me "Don't worry, we'll get through this, I can tell you're frustrated"
This is why Dave doesn't understand me, and he's just not a good therapist for me.
I actually wasn't frustrated until he said that. I've pretty much accepted the fact that recovery is a long process, longer than anyone expects. I wasn't complaining, I wasn't frustrated, I wasn't annoyed or discouraged, not until he put the idea in my head.
So much for reverse psychology.
Anyways, if anything, therapy makes me really excited to go back to the gym and teach. I have so many more exercises for the girls to do, and not just legs and hips, but arms and abs too from watching other people! I've gotten a bunch of new ab exercises from pilates too. I already know that the girls will NOT be thrilled that I have new exercises, but I'm planning on jazzing up our warm-up routine, so hopefully that will make up for the horrible strength workout I'm also introducing!
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