By taking Zeandale Road home, I figured I had plenty of time. I figured wrong.
They are resurfacing the road which means it was down to one lane, complete with a pilot car. My great plan to get to PT early evaporated right in front of my eyes.
I sat on the roadway, waiting and waiting, and instead of getting worked up, I decided to rejoice in the fact that it's Friday, FRIDAY!! and that I'll get to PT when I get there. No use in getting my panties in a bunch.
PT in fact waited for me. It didn't start until I got there.
At the end of PT, Steve took me to a ballet bar (which is not a bar where the waitresses wear toe shoes), told me to put my index fingers on the bar and stand on my right leg.
MY RIGHT LEG????
Did he forget that my right leg has an artificial knee? Is he crazy?
No. Yes.
I did it! I stood on my right leg! It was amazing. I was so proud!
I did not fall down. I did not scream or swear. It didn't seem like PT at all.
