Take it to the limit!

One phrase.  From a song from decades ago.  I don’t even remember what the song is about.

The phrase — "Take it to the limit one more time."

I’m adopting that phrase for my visits to the physio therapist.  I think of this like an approach to scaling Mt. Everest.  One more step when blackness begins to envelope.  But not over the edge!

My exercises today show that I have maintained on one knee, and regressed slightly on the other.  No that this is insurmountable.  But in order to scale the heights you have to go one more step.

And that’s why I like physio therapy, and hate it at the same time.  I hit the wall both sessions I’ve had here in Kindersley.  I can tell when I hit the wall — I stop talking and starting panting.  Those involved in the session can see my face go pale and my energy run out.

I’m learning to at least get to the wall.  My usual approach is to sight the wall and leave it at that.  Or at least get close enough to kiss the wall.  But not to bang up against it. 

And that’s where progress can happen or plateau.  So this Friday I’m off again to physio — I’m sure I’ll take it to the limit one more time — not over the edge but at least edging up the mountain!