And, at 42, I can assure you that some of the things my body tells me are not kind, people!
But, before we go any further, I have an admission to make.
I now have Olivia Newton John’s “Let’s Get Physical” running through my head. Oh, yes I do.
I blame 1980’s MTV.
And to be completely honest, I don’t even remember what I hopped on to write about in the first place, because of it.
I’m just going to keep typing away until some sort of logical train-of-thought emerges. But, If I lose you, I don’t blame you one bit.
Exercise was probably on my mind. NO! I got it!!!! Aches and pains – that’s what I was going to share with you.
Now, if I lose you, I officially only have myself to blame.
I still play on the floor with Sweetgirl. She’s not six yet, thank-you-very-much! (Although, she’s taken to reminding me almost every night, lately, in a fit of tears and sadness, that soon, and very soon, “I’ll be six and old and not five anymore, Mama.”) Indeed, child.
Anyhoo, back to the floor. I play on it. With Sweetgirl. And sometimes, I go to get back up, all spritely like, and my back doth protest too much. My knees, also, like to get in on the action with their wise-cracks.
I am awash in 80’s memories, now, because all I can see in my mind is that “HELP! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!” commercial. Was that for The Clapper? Or The Helper necklace thingy? What was that for?
Now my mind is protesting.
The point is, I’ve kicked my exercise back up, again. As in, I’m doing it. And, can I tell you? I. Am. Feeling. It. In all the wrong places. So, it’s probably a darn good thing I’m doing it.
Also, I hear exercise is good for your memory. And, clearly, I need a little help there, too.
I’m just thankful I can still get up off the floor.
But, if I can’t, I’ll clap. Or press a button.
Or, let my body talk while I take a siesta.