Lightening the Load

Arrived home  after a bumpy flight across the country.  Two angels, Donna and June, picked me up at Logan, brought me home, hauled my luggage upstairs and left me a still-warm broccoli/chicken calzone. Thoughtful friends. Gordon’s full of good folks.

Slept late for Gloucester but not for California time. Headed over to Gordon’s BMW center yesterday afternoon. To clarify for any who think I’m off buying a car, BMW stands for  Balance, Mobility and Wellness.  Only one of those really applies to a car and none of them apply to me, at the moment.

For those of you who read Knee Deep In Choice, you know why I exchanged a comfortable chair and a good book  for an evaluation and workout with Ross, the Fitness Manager. He’d read the post so knew I likened myself to a leaning Christmas tree: bowed, brittle and prone to topple. To add emphasis, the  BMW #15 locker room key dangled from my wrist like an ornament,  reminding Ross and me that this tree needs help.

At one point Ross said that he wanted to check me out on the hurdles.  I thought, “This won’t take long.”   As we walked, I tried to envision how I’d ever lift a leg over the hurdle, much less run. Fortunately, they were low to the ground and involved stepping over, not sprinting, splitting apart or stretching beyond belief. I’ve watched the Olympics.

We moved to the leg press to see how much I could bear.  Not much.  I wondered out loud if all of this failure could add up to success as in more mobility, flexibility and strength.  Ross smiled and assured me that,”there’s a ton we can do for  you.” I asked,”Is there another word you could use other than ton?”  

He gave me some exercises I can do at home, at my kitchen counter.  Like he knew the battle zone.  Ross wants me to work on my glutes.  That’s encouraging, I didn’t know I had any to work with.  The more I thought about it, the more it bothered me that glutes, glut and gluttony seemed too close for comfort.

Ross took copious notes, asked good questions and passed out encouragement in large enough doses to motivate me to keep at it. We talked about my knee, strengthening the core and more.  At one point he asked, “How are your hips?” I said,, “Larger than I’d hoped.”   He laughed out three words Jud used to say to me, “You are impossible!”

I trust Ross.  We laugh a lot.   There’s truth in, “No pain, no gain.”  But for me, there’s got to be a puppy with the poop.

And laughter’s my puppy.  It lightens the weights and the wait a ton.

Back home at the kitchen counter,  I lift up my hands (above my head) and worship God through laughter and a grateful heart, remembering; “The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy.” Psalm 126:3

 

 

 

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