And touch your toes

And touch you toes….

“Oh no, I won’t –  cuz I can’t!”  I thought this morning during Vandie’s pilates class.

But Vandie does not give up that easily.  She kept insisting that I try.  My mind kept insisting that I try.   So I kept trying.  And eventually – I “almost” did it.

“Okay, now roll over backwards”, she then proceeded to instruct Tellie and I.

“Oh no, I won’t – cuz I can’t!”  I thought to myself.

Still, Vandie did not give up that easily.  She insisted I try – and so did I.  Eventually my body folded in two.  Not completely, but it was a start.

“Now, roll yourself up and balance on your butt bones.” she instructed.

“Oh no – I won’t – cuz I can’t” I thought to myself once more.

But I tried.  Nothing.  I tried again.  I couldn’t even move.  “Do what you can.” instructed Vandie.

I thought about it again.  I tried.  Voila.  I did it!

And this is how my fitness class with Vandie progressed today.

I learned a lot today.  I learned about my body, my strength, and how chemo has affected my muscles and brain.  I learned that:

– if I think about a move long enough, the message will get through my brain and into my body

– my muscles have become very rigid and I need to stretch them.

–  I am progressing slowly but surely

– fitness is essential to heal

– Vandie is patient, caring, and wise.  (Okay – I already knew that!)

I don’t know how I would have learned these lessons if I had not pushed myself back into fitness.  I am so very grateful that I have this opportunity to regain my physical fitness.  What a mess I would have been in if I had not tried.  And I didn’t even know it.  Truely, one never knows what one is capable of if limits are not pushed and opportunities are not taken.

I may not be able to touch my toes yet – but I know I can stretch my limits!

About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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2 Responses to And touch your toes

  1. Amen to stretching your limits Stacey! I love that last line the most!

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