OK, so forgive the title – I am trying to be too clever by half this morning!
My colleague at work has a partner who is a physiotherapist and it was he who introduced me to the term physioterrorist, it is apparently borne of long painful ‘torture’ sessions.
Yesterday I couldn’t see the reason, today I can. I had my first session with him yesterday in which he put me through the mill – asked me to perform all sorts of weird actions. I felt great at the time but after a few hours I started to ache. I now feel as if I had been kicked by several mules.
I have been given a load of exercises, all but one printed out for me. The thought of them, yesterday was exciting – today it fills me with dread as I am already in pain. The difficult part will be getting onto the floor and then after all these exercises getting up.
Now to the spiritual part in all this. I have often commented that my body is no temple, more like a carpet discount centre that was once a church.
However about a month, ago we had a Quaker fellowship day in which there was a ‘movement’ section, in which the woman running the session introduced a yoga-based series of movements. Now years ago I used to go along to a yoga class with my boyfriend and his friend (reader I married him, the friend that is) but I don’t remember Yoga being so spiritual. Suddenly, at that Quaker gathering, I saw the point of it. I saw exercise could be part of worship.
So I have decided that in my new exercise I will try to take that mindfulness, that meditative process, that concentration on listening to God to the new exercises.
So that the physioterrorims becomes the exact opposit -physio-peacefullness.