I have a problem.
I’m a golf addict.
Not “I like to play on weekends” addict. More like… I’ve been told I practice my swing in my sleep. My husband has witnessed it. Apparently it’s aggressive—and it even included an unfortunate, well-placed knee at 3 am. At least when his awful shouting woke me up… that’s what he reported.
And like most things you push too far, this one pushed back.
Mine showed up as ankle tendonitis.
It started the way these things always do. A little soreness after walking the course.
Nothing dramatic. Easy to ignore.
Then it stuck around.
Then it got worse.
Then it became that quiet, constant reminder every time I stepped down wrong.
If you play golf, you know exactly how this happens.
You’re walking uneven ground, rotating through your swing, and pretending your body isn’t keeping score.
Until it does.
So I did what I do.
I treated it.
Acupuncture helped.
Cupping helped.
It wasn’t subtle—I felt a real difference. Less pain, more mobility, things were clearly moving in the right direction.
But it wasn’t gone.
And that’s the frustrating part. When something is improved enough that you should be happy… but you’re not, because it’s still there.
That’s when I added red light therapy.
Not casually. Not as an afterthought. I used it twice weekly as a real part of the treatment.
And that’s when everything shifted.
The lingering pain that wouldn’t fully resolve… finally did.
The strength came back.
The “I’m going to feel this again if I push it” feeling disappeared.
There’s a reason the combination works.
Acupuncture gets things moving—circulation, inflammation, signaling the body to repair.
Cupping helps release the tight, stuck tissue that builds up around an injury.
Red light works differently. It goes deeper, at the cellular level, helping tissue actually repair and recover in a way that just doesn’t happen as efficiently on its own.
Put them together, and you’re not just managing pain—you’re actually finishing the healing process.
Within a short time, I was back to walking the course without thinking about my ankle.
No hesitation. No compensation. No “let me see how this feels today.”
Just normal.
And yes… still apparently working on my swing in my sleep.
The only downside?
I can’t blame my bad golf swing on my ankle anymore.