Pop and Crack Me Baby
Without the pop-and-crack genius of chiropractor Stephen Khouri, I doubt I’d be getting ready to walk 444 miles on the Natchez Trace. As the official chiropractor for the College of Charleston athletic teams, he knows so many athletes. He works with marathoners. Triathletes.
You know, serious fit people.
I am not one of those people.
But he thinks I am.
What’s great about Stephen is how much he believes in my ability to do this walk. Every week, he called me an athlete. He gave me coach-like pep talks while he rammed my right hip back into place and jiggered my ankle bones and crunched my back and……..well, you get the idea.
I don’t know how I’m going to feel without my weekly adjustments, but I know one thing: I’m ready. My joints are primed. My muscles scream at me when I rest. My endurance has quadrupled.
It was great to have Stephen in my corner. To handle obsessive questions like “Will this nasty callous ever go away?” His response: “That. Is. IMPRESSIVE.”
Every time I stumble, I’m going to hear him saying that in my ear.