Rubber band

So PT was rough. It always will be, I get this, and when it’s not, that means that I don’t need it anymore. Traffic to Philly was horrendous. We were only 20 mins late, no big deal. So this time they put moist heat on both shoulders for about 20 minutes. Then Richard (Mr. PT who is awesome) came in and stretched and poked and pinched and pulled and lifted for about 25 minutes. Then I did all of my exercises with my stretching in front of the tech. Apparently I am doing them all correctly. Point for me! Then, Richard came in and reworked both sides of my arms, pecs, and back again for another 30 mins. When I leave there my upper body feels like a rubber band that was stretched to far. By the time I get home, and traffic was bad, I felt like a stretched rubber band who was placed in a cup of water and shrunk tighter than it was to start. This is temporary I know, and it will prevent me from being the hunchback of Mertztown who can’t lift her arms past her chin. Sometimes you just have to focus on the end goal and forget all the crap in the middle and that’s what it is, crap. I will get there. I can put on a T-shirt, blow dry my hair and shower myself. I’m getting there.