For the fourth year, I am participating in the SOLSC and guiding students from my classroom and my school on the same writing journey. Here is the link to our school blog and the 15-20 students who are participating in the Classroom Challenge.
I stand tall, facing him. My chin nods towards my chest, and then raises to the ceiling, showing him my full range of motion. Somehow, in those few seconds, he diagnoses me.
Head off to the right (probably genetic)
Hips rotated (from disc golf)
"Are you having headaches? Your atlas is locked up." (Probably from sleeping weird and yes; I was having headaches)
I'm not really sure how he does it, but my back, my neck and my bad knee (and my other bad knee which is also my good knee) are generally in less pain since I have been seeing him. He either notices what hurts without me telling him or he responds well to what information I give him.
Then, it's down on the green leather "drop-table."
He pushes a lever and my hips raise up.
"Take a deep breath and blow it out."
I do that, attempting to relax my muscles so it's easier for everything to move in the momen...
And with an exhale like a martial artist performing a move while staying one with his chi, he makes the first adjustment.