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sureiMy body hates me. It has told me this before, and I got the message, but every now and then I'm hopeful that we can come to terms.
Today was one of them. But no, my body still hates me.
Case in point:
My shoulders were knotted and spazzing today, making actually arching in archery (sorry, I mean shooting) dangerous. So my two wonderful, wonderful archery partners took turns giving my shoulders rather painful massages that basically melted the muscles and turned them to mush. Which was very nice. And then we sat around for another twenty minutes or so (we're always let out early) and by the time I was back in my room my shoulders were knotting again.
So I laid down.
And me being me, I fell alseep. Until 5:00. At which point, when I woke up, the knots were as bad as ever. And bruised. To the point that bra straps hurt them.
Allen (my father, for various reasons I tend to speak about him in the third person by name) says that it's mostly due to tension, that for over eighteen years, his shoulders were constantly knotted too. I say that it's not only my shoulders, it's my calves and my thighs and my back and my neck. And my feet and hands still pull that whole tendon-misplacement thing on my whenever possible. I say: my body hates me. It's always yelling at me for something: doesn't that count as at least severe enmity?
Today was one of them. But no, my body still hates me.
Case in point:
My shoulders were knotted and spazzing today, making actually arching in archery (sorry, I mean shooting) dangerous. So my two wonderful, wonderful archery partners took turns giving my shoulders rather painful massages that basically melted the muscles and turned them to mush. Which was very nice. And then we sat around for another twenty minutes or so (we're always let out early) and by the time I was back in my room my shoulders were knotting again.
So I laid down.
And me being me, I fell alseep. Until 5:00. At which point, when I woke up, the knots were as bad as ever. And bruised. To the point that bra straps hurt them.
Allen (my father, for various reasons I tend to speak about him in the third person by name) says that it's mostly due to tension, that for over eighteen years, his shoulders were constantly knotted too. I say that it's not only my shoulders, it's my calves and my thighs and my back and my neck. And my feet and hands still pull that whole tendon-misplacement thing on my whenever possible. I say: my body hates me. It's always yelling at me for something: doesn't that count as at least severe enmity?