All good things must come to an end. This goes for physiotherapy as well. After three months – to the day! – I said good-bye to Mr. Adorable. It was definitely worth all the money (mine) and time (ours) and effort (his) – what a pay-off! Allow a lazy editor at the end of her workday to make a listicle.
+ Pain-free dancing and my usual mostly optimistic self that goes along with it.
+ A lot of strength in my legs and even some in my arms and core. Mr. Adorable believes in functional training and bodyweight exercises.
+ A surprising and noticeable improvement in my dance skills resulting from the increased strength: higher leg raises, lower pliés, better balances, more endurance.
+ A better understanding for my body and its aches and pains. Having incurred a very minor injury or two during the brutal physio training Mr. Adorable put me through, I can now gauge the severity (or lack thereof) of such injuries much better. What used to be «OMG will I ever be able to dance again?!» is now «I know for a fact that this will be all healed up in four days.» The last time I did this much physical activity, I was a robust and uncaring teenager. As a much more neurotic adult with a slight hang towards hypochondria, this is an invaluable skill for me to have.
– One overuse injury to the adductor tendon. Bye!
– A handsome sum of money I probably would’ve wasted on food anyway. I consider it well invested.
– The entertaining, educational and adorable company of one Mr. Adorable. 😦 The only true fly in the ointment. Apart from his adorableness and the fact that I liked him as a person, he is an amazing therapist. He always took me seriously, listened to me and explained his choices of treatment and exercise well. He generously shared his vast knowledge and palpable fascination for the human body and its perception by the brain. Having never treated a
dancer patient who likes to dance before, he didn’t just content himself with a standard approach but rose to the challenge of finding exercises that would prepare me specifically for dancing. He grasped the importance of dancing in my life and was happy to see me succeed and he went above and beyond to make sure I would continue doing so. I am incredibly grateful to him for all of this. For my part, I’m going to write him a stellar review AND recommend him to all my friends to the point where they go to him just to make me shut up.
Today, he gave me one last tip for the future. Listen up, hypermobile friends: apparently, the already horrible effects of detraining are more detrimental to us. Mr. Adorable recommended that, should I ever want or have to stop, I reduce the number of classes gradually, replace them with some easier activity if possible and generally treat the detraining phase the same as picking up an activity: a controlled and gradual decrease instead of a gradual increase. Of course, unforseen circumstances might make this difficult, but if your drawback from dancing is controllable, this is really good advice.
Bye-bye, Mr. Adorable. You will be missed.