physical therapy sucks.

to be clear, i really do adore my physical therapist. she's professional, yet appropriately social. she's funny and likes to make fun of guys with me. i actually feel like i'm just hanging out - for like the first 5 minutes when she's massaging my knee and getting ready to kick my ass. well, ok. that's a bit of an over-exaggeration. but i will honestly say that my knee really disapproves of all this work - the bending and stretching and extending. it's exhausting! my main motivation comes from not wanting to walk like herman munster the rest of my life (although some guy recently told me he thought my limp was "cute"... really?). and also i want to run, skip, hop and play like all the other kids. actually, i really want to play soccer again (despite the insistence by my grandmother that my injury was god's way of telling me i'm too old -- at 30?? - to be playing soccer). and i really REALLY want to live out my blue crush fantasy at the all-chic's surf camp in costa rica - a bum knee just won't work. so i suppose i gotta suck it up or i will end up on an operating table and limping around like frankenstein. i think i need an attitude shift - i think this healing crap needs to be a body AND mind thing. so from now on, i will get myself into the right mindset to be poked, prodded and twisted into recovery. i will look at pt as an opportunity, not just to rehab my limbs - but to rehab my cynical, sarcastic, sassy soul. perhaps i should meditate before my pt appointments -- practice my breathing. get zen. or do a shot of patron.