Well, that explains a couple things.
For context: my regular physio has been working on the same couple spots for months on end, and she set the pt assistant on the problem last week. The assistant, who is a tiny blonde woman with the gentle approach necessary for visceral manipulation, wound up playing with the oblique fissure in my right lung.
Apparently lungs have fissures. Cool.
Anyway, Monday morning pilates class, I did a Dumb. Stretched the too-loose side first, then laid on it to stretch the too-tight side of my ribcage. Felt fine, even good at the time, but eight hours later it felt like my shoulder complex--ribs, collarbone, shoulderblade, lung and all--was on fire. That was fun, let me tell you.
Gentle stretching and trying to stay moving helped a bit, but not a lot, and I had to be rather cautious in yesterday's pilates class.
This class was taught by another tiny blonde woman instead of my usual Wednesday teacher (who is in Montana at the moment), and she teaches a to-the-inch precision style. Which works great for me: I wind up paying more attention to what I'm doing and am better able to catch and correct myself, and can sing out when I'm feeling something she wasn't looking for.
(Note to self: when inner thigh is complaining, bum is working, which is GOOD. Stop training yourself into quad dominance, dummy.)
However, even with lots of cuing and tweaking to a serratus/shoulderblade exercise, we couldn't get a hot line across the front of my right (bad) shoulder to stop firing. By the end of class she was making Plotting Face.
She actually emailed out a follow-up to the class to see how things were aging, and asked me to come in early to a class at some point so we could play around with some other options. :D
Today the pt assistant played with both the horizontal and oblique fissures of the lung, and in the shoulder joint. Then the regular physio came in, listened to me explain the problem I was having last night, dragged me out to the office gym, frowned thoughtfully as I struggled, then played chase the problem.
Turns out that I don't like to use the serratus muscle on my right side. It's weak, too, which means I try to compensate with my pec and biceps, and if I'm aware of that and trying not to do it, I compensate with my lower ribs. *facepalms* Which explains the tight line at the front of the shoulder when I'm trying to do those exercises, and how I keep pulling the joint out of alignment.
Iiiiii get homework. 'Lie flat on your back and try to use the CORRECT muscle to move your hand towards the ceiling' homework. I'm not even allowed to use a weight yet.
Hello, Wall. I love you too. =\
Apparently lungs have fissures. Cool.
Anyway, Monday morning pilates class, I did a Dumb. Stretched the too-loose side first, then laid on it to stretch the too-tight side of my ribcage. Felt fine, even good at the time, but eight hours later it felt like my shoulder complex--ribs, collarbone, shoulderblade, lung and all--was on fire. That was fun, let me tell you.
Gentle stretching and trying to stay moving helped a bit, but not a lot, and I had to be rather cautious in yesterday's pilates class.
This class was taught by another tiny blonde woman instead of my usual Wednesday teacher (who is in Montana at the moment), and she teaches a to-the-inch precision style. Which works great for me: I wind up paying more attention to what I'm doing and am better able to catch and correct myself, and can sing out when I'm feeling something she wasn't looking for.
(Note to self: when inner thigh is complaining, bum is working, which is GOOD. Stop training yourself into quad dominance, dummy.)
However, even with lots of cuing and tweaking to a serratus/shoulderblade exercise, we couldn't get a hot line across the front of my right (bad) shoulder to stop firing. By the end of class she was making Plotting Face.
She actually emailed out a follow-up to the class to see how things were aging, and asked me to come in early to a class at some point so we could play around with some other options. :D
Today the pt assistant played with both the horizontal and oblique fissures of the lung, and in the shoulder joint. Then the regular physio came in, listened to me explain the problem I was having last night, dragged me out to the office gym, frowned thoughtfully as I struggled, then played chase the problem.
Turns out that I don't like to use the serratus muscle on my right side. It's weak, too, which means I try to compensate with my pec and biceps, and if I'm aware of that and trying not to do it, I compensate with my lower ribs. *facepalms* Which explains the tight line at the front of the shoulder when I'm trying to do those exercises, and how I keep pulling the joint out of alignment.
Iiiiii get homework. 'Lie flat on your back and try to use the CORRECT muscle to move your hand towards the ceiling' homework. I'm not even allowed to use a weight yet.
Hello, Wall. I love you too. =\