You Can Cry, but You Can't Quit

Tuesday, May 20;

Some of you may recognize this slogan from Crossfit Pentagon. I tend to love it! I had a moment yesterday that reminded me of it. Yesterday was my final stint with my physical therapist. Now you may think that I would have been thrilled about this. Unfortunately, I'm not at all. Going to my physical therapist was a good way for me to force myself to slow down, and it was a really good check on my progress. I treated my physical therapy kind of as a security blanket, but now I'm not going and its a little scary being on my own.

I'm sitting there at the physical therapist. I had done my like bike workout that warms my shoulders up and I was waiting for the next thing. I had already told my therapist that my shoulder has been bothering me the past few days. I've been waking up from the pain.. yada yada. Anyway, she looks at me and asks me if there was something wrong. Before I know it I have big tears welling up in my eyes. Now, many of you who know me know that I'm not a big crier. Like I've said before.. whatever happened to survival of the fittest? You may be asking yourself why were you crying?? Funny, because I was asking myself the same exact question.

Recipe for crying:

A pinch of Lack of sleep

1 Cup of frustration

1 TBS of pain

1 TBS of other stuff going on

1.5 Cups of being a girl

Directions: Mix together for one 3 block meal of tears.

My therapist sees that I'm a wreck, so she says, "We don't have to finish this. You can go if you need." Of course, this pisses me off, which doesn't help and makes me want to stay and finish even more. She realizes finally that I'm stubborn, and I'm not going anywhere. She gives me my 3lb weights and we continue.

This reminds me of my old dancing days.. I danced for 8 years when I was a teenager (ballet, tap, jazz... yada yada). I also did competitive dancing with our dance school's jazz company and competition teams. One year we did a Batman theme for one of our jazz dances. We had to audition to dance in the number. Once we had been selected, we then had to audition for specific characters... the role of Batman was for the strong technical dancers, the role of Vicki Vale was for the leggy sex pots (yes we were in high school) who were also technically strong and flexible, and then the role of the joker was for the strong hip hop dancers a.k.a the larger girls in the group. I'm sure you all know that I was hoping for the Vicky Vale part.

The choreographer called us all in for the first class and handed out our roles.. devastation.. I was a Batman! That also meant that I had to wear a batman full plastic face mask and a cape. Sweet! (note very heavy sarcasm here!)

After the big announcement, our teacher took us through the warmup and then began teaching us the dance. I cried silently through the whole warmup.. while cursing my parents for being so short. Then I wiped up my stupid, girl tears and started learning my dance which consisted of tons of turns, leaps and other pretty cool "trick" moves. All in all it worked out well. Let's hope I can say the same thing for my shoulder.