By N.A. Booko
Pittsboro, NC – The day started like all other days. I thought I had awoken much too early. I rolled over to see if there was light thru yon window. Sure enough, it was that gray pale early morning light that makes me want to go back to bed. And it was only six forty-five. I turned back over and was just going to close my eyes for a few more moments . .
Suddenly, I was wide awake and light was streaming into the room. You guessed it, it was more than a few moments. It was over an hour. I felt like a sack full of door knobs. I still really didn’t want to get up. But I did.
I thought to myself, I’m not going to do quite as many arm exercises as usual. Then I thought; how dumb is that? I need to do it. Not one of you out there in ‘Chatland’ can do it for me. So I gathered all my strength and started. The chest exercise; fifty times. The lifting of the body on to the ball of the feet; seventy times. The feet firmly planted, twisting the body from left to right, arms out seemingly pointing to something of interest. Good for the waistline. This one varies from one hundred to one hundred fifty times. It is the most strenuous exercise I do. But in the end, I do feel better about myself.
Lifting the body up on the ball of the foot, to me is important. Although I did fall a few weeks ago, I have found that this exercise seems to have given me a little more assurance when I walk. I think it improves the circulation in the feet; I have experienced some numbness the last few years. Been doing this one for maybe three years and it does seem to improve my balance.
But speaking of walking, in the past three years, I have found that attempting to step over something is a bad, bad idea. The feat of the feet just doesn’t work that well. Better to walk around it rather than fall on it.
But take heart. There seems to be no stress or problem in placing my head on that pillow again