You’ve heard about that study where a group of students were asked to come to the gym and take a number of basketball free throws? As a group, having not really been particularly sporty, nor having had any practice, they only did fairly well at this task. Then they were divided into 3 groups.
The first group was sent away and told not to do anything towards improvement in this for 30 days. No practicing, no nothing. The second group was told that they needed to practice for 30 minutes a day, every day, for the 30 days. And the third group was told to take the time every day to only visualize themselves back at the gym, taking - and making - the shot. No actual practicing. Just the visualization exercise.
Well, at the end of the 30 days, when tested again, the group who did nothing was just as successful- or not - as they were before. No improvement. But both the group who practiced, and the group who just visualized, increased their success at making baskets by virtually the same percentage!
Visualization works. I'm tellin' you.
I am also completely in love with watching shows featuring dancers. Especially So You Think You Can Dance and, to a lesser degree in recent years, Dancing With The Stars. Man! The human body is just so fascinating! What a person can learn to do in a week, or less, of intense training and practice. It’s just incredible. SYTYCD does start with contestants already trained in particular styles of dance, yes. But then those dancers are asked to perform in styles completely unfamiliar to them. A tap dancer told to learn the waltz? A crumper performing a modern dance piece? Week after week these dancers train and learn and practice and then perform. Moving their bodies in beautiful ways, just as if they’ve done this their whole lives.
I’m not trying to discredit the hours upon hours they put in, working their butts off to get to that final performance. But they do only have a week to get there. That’s it. And somehow, every week, they arrive at their performances in beautiful, awe inspiring fashion.
What I’m saying - the human body is an amazing, complex piece of machinery, able to do so much more than even its keeper might ever think possible. Whether through hard physical practice, hypnosis, or visualization - or all of this together - a person can break through so much pain, stiffness, and physical struggles to ultimately come out movin’ and groovin like the sleekest of top notch dancers, runners, basketball players, or whatever physical prowess it is you have your mind set upon achieving.
So how does this relate to me? Hello there! Please let me introduce myself. You may think you already know me. I’m Amy! Of course! Yes, this is true. But now I’m post-surgery Amy. You may be more familiar with my pre-surgery persona.
I gotta admit, I thought my pre and post surgery selves would be instantly and wondrously vastly different from each other. Most noticeably in the area of pain vs. no pain. Two totally separate people! And I thought that pre-pre surgery self, capable of easy movement with little-to-no-pain-or-numbness, would thunder back to me like an avalanche. Just like giving birth. It hurts like hell, but as soon as it’s over, it’s forgotten. Replaced by baby snuggles and love. The same for me, right? Surgery = get up and start getting on with my life. No more leg or back pain. That chapter is over! Time to start getting back to living pain-free.
Uhhh… well, not so much. Alas. My legs still hurt: My back hurts if I sit in the wrong way in the wrong chair, for too long. Getting up from a seated position is still the worst, although maybe slightly better. It all still feels much the same as before, honestly.
But, I’ve learned something.
I’m doing Physical Therapy now and, in going through those motions, I now see how incredibly weak my legs have become. And, more interesting still, I see how much weaker my right leg is compared to my left. My right leg has always been my stronger, more dominant leg! What the heck happened to get to this point, where it is plainly presenting as weaker than my left?!
I’ll tell you what happened. My pre surgery back pain increasingly got worse and worse, encouraging me to walk and move less and less. My main goal in life, increasingly so over the last 3+ years, was to get myself from one chair to the next. That’s it. So of course my legs got weaker and weaker. My quads, which is all I used to have to keep me moving, are now shot. Now it’s my upper leg muscles on the insides of my legs that are doing all the work. So, fine. This is a main goal of PT. Build up my quads again. Get me back to 3+ years ago Amy as best we can.
Still. It’s a bit disconcerting, disappointing and dissatisfying to experience all this when I thought for sure this surgery was “the answer” to all my woes. I know the surgery was a success. My surgeon did, in fact, detether my spinal cord, freeing it up to hang loosely as it should. It no longer stretches or pulls or causes me pain in this way. So any remaining pain comes from something else. Like weak muscles. Weak muscles can be built up. That is what my focus is now.
Historically, I have hated PT. I’m fine to do the exercises when I go, but I’ve been terrible about doing the at-home regimen. And the last time I went, a few years back, even though I liked the therapist herself, she just had me repeat with her what I was supposed to be doing at home. Nothing really extra. But now, I really love my therapist and see that she is pushing me hard during our sessions, in conjunction with the different things I’m doing at home. And I am doing my at home exercises every day as she has laid out the plan. Plus! She is taking time each session (twice a week) to massage my lower back, particularly with the goal of keeping scar tissue in motion. Not settling in one big, spine-tethering clump. This is my favorite part of our sessions. Afterwards, my back feels much less pained for several hours. So much so, that I tend to forget to get up every 30-45 minutes to walk around a bit. My mind isn’t on my back. I forget. But I do ultimately remember and get up to move as often as I can. "Motion is lotion", after all, as my physical therapy location likes to profess.
And by the way, I have noticed now that I generally do want to walk and move. As opposed to my before practice of moving from seat to seat. So, there’s that.
I’m also interested in this whole mind/body thing, taking the time to picture myself walking and moving easier, much more pain free. I personally have also had the experience of speaking out loud whatever I wish for, and having that come to fruition. Several times in my life, I’ve spoken words out loud for what I want, and by and by, whatever that is I want, happens. So - I am speaking my goals. I am visualizing my movements, I am physically doing the exercises to get me to where I want to be.
Whatever it takes. I’m there. I’m doing the work - in whatever form it takes. If I can think it, I can do it. That’s really been the way for me my whole like. Screw the doctor who saw my X-rays (but not me) 20+ years ago and just decided, “well, clearly she’s in a wheelchair.”! No, I’m not! I wasn’t then. And I only use one now when needed because of pain and, it turns out, weakness. But, excuse me sir, I can do whatever it is I want! Always have, always will. It may not be as effortlessly as for you. It may take me more time or practice or just having to do whatever thing in the way that works best for me. But I get it done. To watch me do a thing, one might think, “oh, if only she’d just let me do that for her, it would make it so much better for her.” But, no. I do things in the ways that would best for me. To do things the way I do them doesn’t feel challenging to me. It’s just the way. No big deal to me, even though others may perceive it as more challenging than necessary. We all do things the best way we know how. I’m just living my life. I’ll get what I want done. I promise.
Anyway. Motion. Vision. Practice. Proclamations of goals desired. Adaptation. All of this working in conjunction. Whatever it takes to meet my goals, I’ll do it. I’m like the Little Engine That Could. I think I can, I think I can.
And I will.
