Nike is the winged Greek goddess of victory, strength, and speed. She was always shown holding laurels and in her right hand, a palm branch, as well as wearing gold. The palm branch she carried symbolized peace, and the laurels were shown so that she could crown the victor. She often carried a cup as well, to drink out of for victory toasts. Nike was pictured wearing wings when she was alone, but not when pictured with other gods. To the Romans, Nike was known as Victoria.
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I’ve been doing physical therapy off and on since I was around 16 or 17, it was actually my first stop for trying to fix my messed up body. I had the same therapist the entire time, so she was with me throughout the entire ordeal of going from having painful legs to not being able to walk to standing for the first time in 4 months. I was actually at physical therapy, with her, when I stood up and we were both pretty excited. Heck, I knew almost all of the therapists and joked around with them, being a teen without an injury and always wearing crazy socks made me stand out a bit, and we were friendly to the point that they saved me a cupcake that someone brought in for all of the staff. We’re buds and, even though it was a really rough time in my life, having such a fun and welcoming atmosphere really helped me stay positive and work hard to keep my body as strong as possible.
But enough about the past, yesterday I went back. The last time my therapist saw me I was using my wheelchair regularly, had seizures all the time and was just in bad shape due to fighting Lyme with the Lyme specialist. Oh man, that was hell. So seeing me walk around was a welcome surprise for her and hearing about how well I was doing was very exciting. The best part though was my strength test. For people who haven’t done physical therapy, the first day is spent figuring out what your strengths and weaknesses are so that you know what to focus on and going over what the doctor wants you to focus on. My doctor kind of gave us a “do what you think is best” prescription because I told him about my history at PT. With that in mind my therapist and I decided that we should focus on my legs first seeing as I want to get out of my chair completely.
So it was time to test the strength of my legs and I am a freaking beast! I had to pull and push with her pushing and pulling against me and she made me stop because I was dragging her on the ground. We were both pretty surprised and excited. Turns out my glutes need work, when she found that out she said “finally we found some weakness!” because my legs are so friggin strong. Hard work pays off kids. I have some homework to do until I see her again next week and then we’re going to go hard in the gym again, something which I’ve missed and I’m really looking forward to it.
But my legs are strong guys! Really reallystrong! Take that lyme disease!
At the end of the final joust there were shenanigans. the guys were being goofy, I assume there was a tie in points (or they are good at putting on a show), because the Lady deciding victory asked the crowd to choose a victor. This was the Blue Knight being all “Yesssss? Blue you say? YESSSSSS!” And the Red Knight threw a mock tantrum, knocking over the rope lines and basically acting like a spoiled brat, but all in fun. I was across the field from the action and didn’t have my zoom lens so this is the best end of day shenanigans photo I got.
