There will be only one more day of aqua therapy. After Friday, I will graduate to "land therapy". Tom says I'll be a land shark - remember that on SNL?
Here is the lovely Premier Fitness Center, home of my therapy pool. (Oh by the way, we got quite a bit of new snow today and the roads were horrible.)
Here is our beloved pool. You were expecting maybe Olympic size?
This is Kari, my intrepid therapist. She knows everything about muscles and stretching and strengthening, and she's chock full of good tips for me.
Kari and Lisa, another therapist - they are all very pleasant.
Here's photographic evidence that I do actually have a swim suit, and I really do get into the pool, so there. The shirt comes off when I get into the pool, but for pictures, not so much.
1 comment:
Lookit you in your cutie suit!
So does that mean you *can't* do pool therapy anymore? Because, I mean, it's kinda fun ... ;)
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