For when I can't make it to the bridge
My late mother-in-law’s treadmill may soon find a home at our house. I just emailed the three pix in this post to my physical therapist. If the treadmill meets her approval, we will add it to my at-home therapy arsenal.
It could be the answer for when rainy days limit my walking.
Therapist Ashley has already written some safety rules:
- Need Husband Walter to turn it on after I am holding both sides with safety strap in place.
- Slowly increase to .7 mph.
1. Soft-heel touch right
2. Shifting weight into right and left heels
- Walter is also to be available to turn it off.
In between, though, he can be within yelling distance but otherwise engaged in his own pursuits.
This thing is huge. we are definitely going to have to ramp up our clutter wars activity. Sigh.
Not yet approved for take off