Monday, January 08, 2007

Kickstand

When she finishes her BS next spring, Meg plans to stay in school; she wants to be a physical therapist.

Because of Meg's career aspirations, as well as my own laziness towards caring for my body, I often let Meg stretch me out. We focus mostly on my hamstrings and my hip flexors, both of which are major, major problem areas for me.

We do this one stretch, for my hip flexors, where I'm on one knee with my opposite foot flat on the floor in front of me. Meg pushes me forward, which generates the stretch.

Something about this - I think it's my foot placement - makes me tip over. I nearly fall over onto my side just about every time we try this. It makes Meg laugh.

Yesterday, when we were doing this stretch, Meg prevented me from falling by crouching down at my side.

"I'm your kickstand," she said.

"Oh, Meggie," I replied, "you're my kickstand in life."

I said it jokingly.

And meant it seriously.

1 comments:

Laurie said...

Awwww, that is so sweet. I want a best friend like that.

 
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