Practiced had just ended for the girl's track squad at Holy Cross College,
and Sara, an 18 year old freshman recruit, had to sit the last lap out of a
3000 meter practice run because of a searing pain in her left foot. She
had just been diagnosed with tensor fascitis by her chiropractor in the summer,
and thought she could tough it out since she wanted to make a good first
impression on the coach and her teamates. Her coach had noticed Sara limping
however, and sent the young freshman to the training room. "better to take
care of it now than in mid-season." Coach Johnson said, sending the somewhat
disappointed Sara limping off the track for some help as the rest of the girls
cooled down from their run.
Sara was a small girl and kind of shy. She had shoulder length auburn hair
and dark brown eyes that peaked out from beneath her bangs. She stood at 5'5
and weighed only 100 pounds, her frame kept lean by her constant training.
Sara limped gingerly up the steps into the training room. She had
never been to this one before, and usually just opted for the large
centralized one in the middle of campus. In contrast to there, this one was
completely empty, devoid of the bustle of athletes of all sports bustling
about, asking the help of a few overstressed trainers that barely had
time to wrap a bag of ice around someone's ankle before having to
disinfect a gash from a wayward soccer-cleat or attend to the needs of
some other accident prone athlete.
Sara was met by a young girl named Kelly, who, like Sara was a tiny girl.
She had long blond hair that she tied back with a black scrunchy. Behind
a pair of wired frame glasses were a set of dazzling blue eyes that emulated
her personality; mischievous and perky. Kelly directed Sara to a padded table
as Sara told her about her problem. Sara was wearing a hooded sweatshirt with
windpants that buttoned up the sides. Her uniform that she wore underneath
and sneakers were wet and muddy from running in the rain just moments before, and
she sniffled beneath her hood as she took a seat at the foot of the table.
Kelly began to untie the muddy running sneaker on Sara's left foot as it
dangled over the edge of the table. Grasping Sara's ankle by one hand,
Kelly pulled the size 5 sneaker over the prone girl's heel, squeaking
as it rubbed against a wet athletic sock. Kelly withdrew the shoe off
of Sara's dainty foot, which was outlined from just below the ankle by
her white sock that was soaked through with water and sweat. The pink
of Sara's toes were barely discernable through the dirty white cotton
as it clung snugly to her foot. "You have small feet for a runner,"
remarked Kelly as she began to untie the girl's other sneaker. Sara
acknowledged with a slight smile as she watched Kelly's hands wiggle
her other shoe off. Sara suddenly felt a chill as the air of the air-
conditionedroom wafted about her wet socks."OK, you can just lay back
and relax while I get the machine." Kelly walked over to the corner
to where the ultra-sound machine was standing. As she gathered up a
series of wires and gels out of a cabinet, Sara layed back on the trainers
table, finally pulling the damp hood of her head as she rested it on
a pillow that sat against a wall behind her. Staring down at her feet,
she wondered how bad they smelled after a half hour track workout. She
couldn't wait to be home and toss on her wooly winter socks after a long
hot shower.
Kelly returned, wheeling a squeaky cart that held the ultrasound machine
and some bottles of conductive gel. The spritely blond girl placed the
cart just off to the left of Sara's stockinged feet, and almost as if
dancing, routinely carried the machine's power cord to an outlet on the
side of the bed. sara took note that Kelly didn't seem to mind her job
too much, which was more than could be said for the trainers at the main
training facility. Kelly sang to herself as she turned the machine on
and applied gel to the inch wide disc of the ultrasound probe, which
closely resembled the reciever of a telephone cut in half. The machine
droned as Kelly fiddled with the knobs.
"This will warm up pretty quick. Have you ever had ultrasound before?"
Kelly asked as she spread the gel over the probe with her index finger.
"No", replied Sara as she observed Kelly, curious about the type of
thereapy she was about to undertake, "what's it do?"
Kelly stopped fiddling with the knobs and stood before Sara's feet. She
stared into her patients curious brown eyes as they hid behind several
strands of wet auburn hair.
"Basically", Kelly began, "with tensor fascitis you have to get heat deep
into the tissues in your foot to heal the tendons." Kelly picked up the
ultrasound probe to demonstrate. "Ultrasound is a standard therapy used
for injuries that require this, so I'm goin to heal your tendons by running
this ultrasound probe along the bottom of your foot." The toes on Sara's
injured foot curled at this last remark. "It's really effective therapy
and you can be healed in a month if you come here regularly for treatment"
Kelly placed the probe back on the table and positioned herself back at
her patient's feet. "It only takes 20 minutes per treatment." With that,
the perky blond motioned her hands towards Sara's left sock. Sara retracted
her feet somewhat apprehnsively as Kelly's fingers approached her ankles.
"It's not gonna tickle, is it?", the feeling behind Sara's voice was
concerned and almost pleading in that the answer would be 'no'.
Kelly giggled as she wrapped her hands around Sara's left ankle. She
looked up at Sara smirking mischievously. "We'll see." and with that Kelly
pulled the damp elastic over Sara's heel, the sock inverting inside-out as
it traversed over the girl's wrinkled instep, revealing a high, athletic arch
that led to the prominent mounds of flesh beneath her toes and finally
over her toes themselves, that were as dainty as the rest of her foot.
Her foot was flushed from running as blood still rushed through the
capillaries and veins. Kelly clasped the foot in her small hands, trying
to warm it and make Sara feel more comfortable. "Wow, your foot is like ice",
Kelly exclaimed this as she used her hands to knead warmth back into
Sara's foot. Sara felt a little funny about having her foot massaged
and opted to just lay back and let Kelly do her thing. She dropped her right
foot off the table as she didn't feel the need to have both her feet bare and
thought that maybe her sock would dry by the time the session was over.
Kelly spotted the roving right foot as she tended to the left. "Would you like
me to take your other sock off too?" She stopped rubbing her foot and
motioned towards the other. "No, that's fine.", replied Sara, who felt
somewhat self conscious of her feet, especially after running. Ignoring Sara,
Kelly had already grabbed Sara's right ankle and was pulling the elastic
over her heel. Sara shrugged to herself as the sock was pulled over her right
foot, leaving it now as bare as the other. Kelly dropped the sock next to
Sara's sneakers on the floor, and shoved the other one off the table in the
same spot. She then picked up the bottle of conductive gel and squeezed a tiny
amount on the tip of her index finger. Lifting Sara's injured foot off the table,
she placed her finger in the middle of the girl's left sole, rubbing the gel
onto her foot in concentric clockwise circles. Sara bit her lower lip
as Kelly's finger ran smoothly along the bottom of her foot, instantly causing her
toes to curl. Kelly continued to apply the gel to the sole, running her finger
like a cyclone from Sara's heel to the base of her toes, trying to cover the bare
bottom of her patients foot with gel to prepare it for ultrasound. Sara tried in vain
to hide the fact that this tickled her like hell, but soon her foot was forced to
to tremble as it tryed to evade Kelly's gooey finger as it prodded between her
toes. Kelly stopped and looked up at Sara's face, noticing that Sara was biting
her lip and trying not to giggle. The 24-year-old trainer found this adorable, and
not to notice, ran her finger back and forth along the tips of Sara's little
toes. Sara cocked her head to the left, trying to concentrate on not laughing. Soon,
Kelly had gooed up the whole bottom of Sara's left foot and she placed it on
the table with a white towel underneath it. Sara sighed and tried to regain her
composure as Kelly reached for the ultrasound probe.
and Sara, an 18 year old freshman recruit, had to sit the last lap out of a
3000 meter practice run because of a searing pain in her left foot. She
had just been diagnosed with tensor fascitis by her chiropractor in the summer,
and thought she could tough it out since she wanted to make a good first
impression on the coach and her teamates. Her coach had noticed Sara limping
however, and sent the young freshman to the training room. "better to take
care of it now than in mid-season." Coach Johnson said, sending the somewhat
disappointed Sara limping off the track for some help as the rest of the girls
cooled down from their run.
Sara was a small girl and kind of shy. She had shoulder length auburn hair
and dark brown eyes that peaked out from beneath her bangs. She stood at 5'5
and weighed only 100 pounds, her frame kept lean by her constant training.
Sara limped gingerly up the steps into the training room. She had
never been to this one before, and usually just opted for the large
centralized one in the middle of campus. In contrast to there, this one was
completely empty, devoid of the bustle of athletes of all sports bustling
about, asking the help of a few overstressed trainers that barely had
time to wrap a bag of ice around someone's ankle before having to
disinfect a gash from a wayward soccer-cleat or attend to the needs of
some other accident prone athlete.
Sara was met by a young girl named Kelly, who, like Sara was a tiny girl.
She had long blond hair that she tied back with a black scrunchy. Behind
a pair of wired frame glasses were a set of dazzling blue eyes that emulated
her personality; mischievous and perky. Kelly directed Sara to a padded table
as Sara told her about her problem. Sara was wearing a hooded sweatshirt with
windpants that buttoned up the sides. Her uniform that she wore underneath
and sneakers were wet and muddy from running in the rain just moments before, and
she sniffled beneath her hood as she took a seat at the foot of the table.
Kelly began to untie the muddy running sneaker on Sara's left foot as it
dangled over the edge of the table. Grasping Sara's ankle by one hand,
Kelly pulled the size 5 sneaker over the prone girl's heel, squeaking
as it rubbed against a wet athletic sock. Kelly withdrew the shoe off
of Sara's dainty foot, which was outlined from just below the ankle by
her white sock that was soaked through with water and sweat. The pink
of Sara's toes were barely discernable through the dirty white cotton
as it clung snugly to her foot. "You have small feet for a runner,"
remarked Kelly as she began to untie the girl's other sneaker. Sara
acknowledged with a slight smile as she watched Kelly's hands wiggle
her other shoe off. Sara suddenly felt a chill as the air of the air-
conditionedroom wafted about her wet socks."OK, you can just lay back
and relax while I get the machine." Kelly walked over to the corner
to where the ultra-sound machine was standing. As she gathered up a
series of wires and gels out of a cabinet, Sara layed back on the trainers
table, finally pulling the damp hood of her head as she rested it on
a pillow that sat against a wall behind her. Staring down at her feet,
she wondered how bad they smelled after a half hour track workout. She
couldn't wait to be home and toss on her wooly winter socks after a long
hot shower.
Kelly returned, wheeling a squeaky cart that held the ultrasound machine
and some bottles of conductive gel. The spritely blond girl placed the
cart just off to the left of Sara's stockinged feet, and almost as if
dancing, routinely carried the machine's power cord to an outlet on the
side of the bed. sara took note that Kelly didn't seem to mind her job
too much, which was more than could be said for the trainers at the main
training facility. Kelly sang to herself as she turned the machine on
and applied gel to the inch wide disc of the ultrasound probe, which
closely resembled the reciever of a telephone cut in half. The machine
droned as Kelly fiddled with the knobs.
"This will warm up pretty quick. Have you ever had ultrasound before?"
Kelly asked as she spread the gel over the probe with her index finger.
"No", replied Sara as she observed Kelly, curious about the type of
thereapy she was about to undertake, "what's it do?"
Kelly stopped fiddling with the knobs and stood before Sara's feet. She
stared into her patients curious brown eyes as they hid behind several
strands of wet auburn hair.
"Basically", Kelly began, "with tensor fascitis you have to get heat deep
into the tissues in your foot to heal the tendons." Kelly picked up the
ultrasound probe to demonstrate. "Ultrasound is a standard therapy used
for injuries that require this, so I'm goin to heal your tendons by running
this ultrasound probe along the bottom of your foot." The toes on Sara's
injured foot curled at this last remark. "It's really effective therapy
and you can be healed in a month if you come here regularly for treatment"
Kelly placed the probe back on the table and positioned herself back at
her patient's feet. "It only takes 20 minutes per treatment." With that,
the perky blond motioned her hands towards Sara's left sock. Sara retracted
her feet somewhat apprehnsively as Kelly's fingers approached her ankles.
"It's not gonna tickle, is it?", the feeling behind Sara's voice was
concerned and almost pleading in that the answer would be 'no'.
Kelly giggled as she wrapped her hands around Sara's left ankle. She
looked up at Sara smirking mischievously. "We'll see." and with that Kelly
pulled the damp elastic over Sara's heel, the sock inverting inside-out as
it traversed over the girl's wrinkled instep, revealing a high, athletic arch
that led to the prominent mounds of flesh beneath her toes and finally
over her toes themselves, that were as dainty as the rest of her foot.
Her foot was flushed from running as blood still rushed through the
capillaries and veins. Kelly clasped the foot in her small hands, trying
to warm it and make Sara feel more comfortable. "Wow, your foot is like ice",
Kelly exclaimed this as she used her hands to knead warmth back into
Sara's foot. Sara felt a little funny about having her foot massaged
and opted to just lay back and let Kelly do her thing. She dropped her right
foot off the table as she didn't feel the need to have both her feet bare and
thought that maybe her sock would dry by the time the session was over.
Kelly spotted the roving right foot as she tended to the left. "Would you like
me to take your other sock off too?" She stopped rubbing her foot and
motioned towards the other. "No, that's fine.", replied Sara, who felt
somewhat self conscious of her feet, especially after running. Ignoring Sara,
Kelly had already grabbed Sara's right ankle and was pulling the elastic
over her heel. Sara shrugged to herself as the sock was pulled over her right
foot, leaving it now as bare as the other. Kelly dropped the sock next to
Sara's sneakers on the floor, and shoved the other one off the table in the
same spot. She then picked up the bottle of conductive gel and squeezed a tiny
amount on the tip of her index finger. Lifting Sara's injured foot off the table,
she placed her finger in the middle of the girl's left sole, rubbing the gel
onto her foot in concentric clockwise circles. Sara bit her lower lip
as Kelly's finger ran smoothly along the bottom of her foot, instantly causing her
toes to curl. Kelly continued to apply the gel to the sole, running her finger
like a cyclone from Sara's heel to the base of her toes, trying to cover the bare
bottom of her patients foot with gel to prepare it for ultrasound. Sara tried in vain
to hide the fact that this tickled her like hell, but soon her foot was forced to
to tremble as it tryed to evade Kelly's gooey finger as it prodded between her
toes. Kelly stopped and looked up at Sara's face, noticing that Sara was biting
her lip and trying not to giggle. The 24-year-old trainer found this adorable, and
not to notice, ran her finger back and forth along the tips of Sara's little
toes. Sara cocked her head to the left, trying to concentrate on not laughing. Soon,
Kelly had gooed up the whole bottom of Sara's left foot and she placed it on
the table with a white towel underneath it. Sara sighed and tried to regain her
composure as Kelly reached for the ultrasound probe.
