too bad I really don't have one! It's just that physical therapy makes me see what it would be like. I love being pushed and encouraged to work harder and bring my body to the level it should be operating at. If I were rich, I'd be going to physical therapy 5 days a week. Alas, at $10 a session (my insurance copay) and 2 sessions a week, I've been shelling out $80 in the last month. I simply cannot afford to keep this up. Yes, it breaks my heart it really does. I mean there are so many lazy sloths out there who never exercise that you'd think the ones who want to could get a better deal to stick with it. Just one more problem with this country.
Looks like I am inching closer to snagging a gym membership for $10 a month. Now THAT is something I can live with. In the meantime, I think I will take my PT to only one visit a week.
Last night's PT was brutal. I had a 540 appt time instead of the early morning 730 visits. What a difference. First of all, it's a lot easier to push out a 30 minute run when it's 50 degrees as opposed to 80. Blech. I could feel the heat literally reverberating around my face. 10 minutes after I finished, I'm sitting in the office's a/c waiting to be called back and I'm still sweating!
I completed the usual circuit of brutality. I must really be getting stronger because I'm not sore at all this morning. That's sort of a bummer but yet I want to be able to run tomorrow so maybe I'll beg for the more fatigue-inducing exercises next week.
Saturday looks like a most exquisite day for an 8am run!
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