By Elizabeth S. Craig, @elizabethscraig
I mentioned a couple of months ago that I’d been going to physical therapy since July for a back issue I’d been having (from sitting. Don’t believe that writing isn’t dangerous).
I’ve been an extremely good patient, if I do say so myself. I’ve done my daily stretches and other exercises. I attended all of my PT appointments.
The only time I balked was early last month when my physical therapist asked me to start going to the gym to use the weight machines. As soon as Carol finished her sentence, I was ready with excuses. I have no time. I’m on a deadline. I don’t enjoy being around large groups of people. I don’t enjoy exercising. I don’t understand the exercise machines. I’m a clumsy person. I don’t have an appropriate workout wardrobe. Continue reading