And range of motion and balance. Last time we had a restraint incident I was on the floor bracing my foot on the crossbar under the chair hauling that leg strap back like I was a gotdamn sailor then had to go over and crawl between the security guard's legs to do it on the other side because my coworker was still tryna figure out how to crouch down like jfc thank god security was already there keepin' ahold of the guy or we'd all be dead by the time Doris's knees got low enough (fake name). And at least that was in the hallway, time before that I was vaulting furniture in the patient's room to get to all the straps. My coworkers always look at me like I'm nuts when I'm climbing and hanging on the furniture at work like a bat then look at me like I'm heavensent when the shit happens. Like I don't even do anything formally (probably should) I just stop and use the hallway rails like a barre sometimes for funsies. I'll stand on one leg to help me focus while passing meds or do a split under a counter to put it at waist height and they'll walk by and ask 'you good?' I don't go anywhere and torture myself for an hour I just make it part of my daily life.