Friday, January 28, 2011

Angel

On Tuesday I was blessed with a home visit from my osteopath. I used to see Melissa regularly, until she ran away to Canada a couple of years ago. I tried a couple of others, but none of them quite cut it, and I’d given up long ago on finding anyone as good.

Then the other day she popped up on Facebook and announced that she was back in Melbourne and practising again. Woohoo! I wasted no time sending her a message and had her booked for a couple of one-hour sessions (one for Bike Boy) before you could say “tight infraspinatus”.

She gave us both a right working-over, getting her magic fingers right into my screwed-up ITB and glutes, as well as my traps, mid to upper back and my neck. Oh, my neck! I haven’t had this much mobility for months – I can actually turn my head to each side, enough to see a little of the view behind me. Miracle!

Wednesday morning, I woke up feeling as though I’d been hit by a truck. My poor body didn’t know what had hit it - I felt as though I’d put myself through a super-hard workout and had killer DOMS. In spite of that, I can tell my muscles are much looser than they’ve been in ages. I have another session booked next week and I can't WAIT.

Melissa, you're an angel. An angel with fingers of steel and a sadistic streak, but hey, I'm not complaining. I'm beginning to see some light at the end of this tunnel.

1 comment:

LizN said...

Glad you're seeing light at the end of the tunnel xoxo

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