I saw my PT yesterday for the first time since my scary backpack stumble ten days ago. She gave my hams a long & careful exam, and is confident they’re still attached – no divots or gaps anywhere, and tension is still palpable on all three. She thinks my pain is from having had to contract the hamstrings so suddenly & forcefully when I landed. They just haven’t had to do that in a long time. (Probably all that deadlift demonstrating I did at work on Friday – albeit without weights or a deep hip hinge – didn’t help the pain, either. It’s hard to put training moves into words at 6:00am before the coffee has kicked in…Word retrieval nightmare…”Okay, so bend there and put your…thing on that…thingy…” I got better at it as the morning progressed and stopped demo-ing so much.)
Melissa said when she’d gotten my email about tripping over my son’s backpack she’d thought, “Oh, NO,” because she’d had a client several years ago who had torn off just one tendon, but who had the telltale bruising down the whole back of the leg. “Guess how she tore it,” she asked me. “Oh, my god,” I said. “Backpack stumble..?” -“Yep.” I’m thinking we were both relieved to find my tendons still intact.
She put her supercalifragilisticexpialidocious hands on them and released a lot of the tension & pain to the point where I was able to get up this morning and walk for a mile again at the high school track. Woo-hoo! I’m still taking it easy with the PT exercises by doing just one set of each instead of my usual three. Two steps forward, one step back, one big (and careful) step forward. Resilience, resilience, resilience. And…hang up those backpacks, kids.
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