A Monday That Changed Everything
Yesterday was one of those rare Mondays that completely shifts your mood. I walked into my physical therapy session with Katie carrying the weight of a tough week, but by the end, I felt like I’d rediscovered a piece of myself that I’d been missing for a long time.
Meeting Katie: A Different Kind of Therapist
I’ve been at this for twenty years. In that time, I’ve worked with more therapists than I can count. Usually, it takes just a few minutes for me to know if someone’s a good fit — and if I’m honest, I can be a tough judge. But with Katie, I knew right away. There’s something different about her. She’s creative, yes, but it’s more than that. She’s unpredictable, in the best way. Every session feels like she’s inventing something just for me, making my rehab feel less like a chore and more like an ongoing experiment in what my body might be capable of.
The Art of Keeping Me Guessing
Katie never lets things get stale. She watches closely, tweaks exercises, and isn’t afraid to throw out the plan if she sees something that might work better. Sometimes I leave our sessions with my head spinning, not quite sure what just happened, but always feeling like I’ve been pushed in a way my body really needs. It’s not just my muscles that get a workout — it’s my confidence, too.
Pain: A Complicated Companion
Let’s talk about pain. It’s a word people use all the time, but it means a hundred different things, especially when you’re recovering from something. There’s the pain that’s a warning sign — the kind you dread. But then there’s this other kind, the “good pain,” that you almost crave. It’s the soreness that shows up hours after you’ve really challenged yourself, the kind that means muscles you’d given up on are waking up and putting in the work.
The Soreness I Needed
I don’t always feel my progress right away. During a session, I can’t always tell if my muscles are working or if I’m just going through the motions. But last night, about eight hours after my session with Katie, the soreness set in. My legs ached in a way I haven’t felt in years. Instead of dreading it, I was excited. It was proof that things were happening below the surface, even if I couldn’t see or feel it in the moment.
Overcoming the “Stuck” Days
The past week has been hard. I hate feeling stuck — sitting around, not moving, waiting for my body to cooperate. It’s easy to get lost in frustration and forget that progress doesn’t always show up on my timeline. But yesterday, for a little while, I got to shake off that feeling. I felt active, challenged, and hopeful.
Gratitude for the Team
I can’t say enough about how much Katie and the entire team have meant to me. They don’t just show up and do their jobs — they care. They listen, adapt, and keep pushing me to find new ways forward, even on the days when I want to give up.
To Anyone on a Similar Journey
If you’re in the thick of recovery or just feeling stuck in your own body, I see you. Progress is rarely obvious. Sometimes it’s just a faint ache at the end of the day, a tiny reminder that you did something hard and your body noticed. Hang on to those moments. They matter.
Here’s to more creative sessions, more unexpected victories, and more of that good, necessary pain that reminds us we’re still moving forward.
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