I’ve tried physical therapy, chiropractic, acupuncture, Pilates, sacro-wedgies (further info on request), yoga, weekly massage, cortisone shots (well, just one), hip-strengthening machines, ice, heat, and I’m sure I’m forgetting something else. Hip, back, leg: still hurt. Sometimes more, sometimes less, but never gone.
Rolfing feels different, somehow. It felt very different last week, when all my bones and muscles and tendons were complaining. I’ve worked so hard all these years, my body says, to let you walk so stiffly. I’ve immobilized your sacrum, tightened up your psoas, ignored that nutty Atlas vertebra in your neck – and now all of a sudden you want me to loosen up? Well, I’ll show you.
But yesterday when I stood up from the table that tug of war had ended. I felt substantial on my feet. They pressed evenly into the earth; I could feel gravity. And yet, when I walked, I was light, filled with helium. And nothing hurt.
Halfway through. I have one foot in each world, she said, and today that’s just how I feel. A little bit tugged, but in the right direction.