Physical therapy counts as exercise, no?
My husband is continuously laughing on the inside as he tongue in cheek counts through the required reps for knee bends that he must be there for “just in case.” Part of me thinks he wants a front row seat to the train wreck that is me having to exert energy beyond walking from point a to point b.
My lack of love for all things physical is really biting me in the butt these days. I have a 6-year-old and I work in a school so I am no stranger to motion and movement. Does anyone notice me sweating around the brow when I jump in with a room of 8 year-olds taking a brain break? Most likely,no.
Apparently I’m going to be jumping (ha!) on the exercise train. The most voluntary exercise I’ve done in the last decade is …oh, never mind.
The problem I’m finding is that therapy is really helping my broken side. It hurts like hell but every session leaves me feeling like a superhero in the making.
Why is that a problem? Well as most humans do, I have two sides. And the other side is wholly unfit.
So I fear I’m becoming bionic.
But only half.