October 16, 2012
Feeling youngish in an oldish body
So . . . this weekend I tried to do this dance move called a "scale" that Kate's been practicing where you grab the toes of one foot and lift your leg behind your head. I could actually do it pretty well and even held the position for a few seconds. Then I tried to put my leg back down and ziiiinnnngg — complete back muscle spasm. Now my back hurts and I'm taking Advil and trying to act like everything's all groovy so Gary won't realize I've injured myself.
Several years ago I did something similar when Emma came home trying to do the "jump-full-turn" they were working on in her kindergarten gymnastics class. Thinking myself a spry, hip mom I decided to provide some instruction . . . "Okay, honey, watch. You just tuck your arms to your chest, focus on an object ahead of you, then jump and spin like this—ahhh, whoaaaa, CRASH, SMACK (those are the sounds of me wiping out and flying backwards, smacking my head on the cupboards as I fall flat on my butt on the floor).
Getting older really sucks. Especially when inside you keep feeling like you're still 12 and completely capable of doing a perfect scale or a jump-full-turn.
It's truly SUCH a monstrous bummer.
(And by the way, this cartoon lady looks a lot younger than I feel right now, but I dig her hair, so I'm using her for this post).