My road to recovery feels like a bad fashion trip to the 80s. I’ve replaced my running shoes with leotards, tights, headbands, and legwarmers. I feel like I have been dropped in the era of endless hours of aerobics choreographed to “Let’s Get Physical”.
Jumping and other impact exercises are out, and I’m singing “Let’s Get Physical Therapy”. The exercises I am doing fit nicely with the aerobics craze of the 80s, ones designed to target women’s problem areas. Hips, thighs, and buns; feel the burn ladies.
I do feel the burn. The hips, buns, and thighs are the major areas for having strong healthy knees. I learned this last year after Jim’s knee surgery.
Instead of doing squats and lunges, exercises with real appeal, I lie on my back, look at the lines in the ceiling and lift my leg. Roll on my side and lift. And then again on my stomach. Lift, roll, and repeat.
Suzanne Somer’s thigh master doesn’t have much on my workout.
My knee still feels like crap. It’s achy and yucky (pardon the technical jargon). But on a positive note, my butt and thighs are firming up nicely. Too bad it’s winter and the only thing I’ll be wearing to the beach is a wetsuit.
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