We hadn’t seen Kathy, our trainer, since early February when she gave me an exercise that I hate. But I do what Kathy tells me to do. So, despite the pain, I stand against a wall, feet shoulder-width apart, arms at a 90-degree angle against the wall, chin down and do what was so easy as a kid—make snow angels on the wall.
Kathy told me to do fifteen repetitions a day, and now, three months later, I can barely do five. It hurts.
On this visit, seeing how poorly I was doing with my angels, she suggested that I put a pillow behind my head. I told her that I felt ridiculous, although it did help. She offered to take a picture of me—to quote her—“for your blog”. If you saw me, you would understand my response.