On Athleticism

I have none.  Never have.  Still, inspired by so many of my blog friends and my experience in Philadelphia recently, I knew I had to do something.  The driveway walks weren't happening.  Some days, the pain in my hips was so excruciating that I was embarrassed to walk in the driveway because I needed my cane.

I finally decided that I was going to move somehow or another for 45 minutes a day, 6 days per week, even if it meant sitting at my desk and flailing my arms around!  Not kidding.  I have some hand weights and tension bands.  I brought those in to my office and would do a few reps while checking email or waiting for a document to print, or doing one of so many things that require waiting for two or three minutes here and there during the day.

That was working out quite well and then I remembered that I have a Wii!  So, I ventured on to it a few weeks ago.  To say I was bad would be an understatement.  My innate lack of coordination coupled with a near inability somedays to move my hip, left me sorely lacking in ability.  I didn't know that the Wii would actually "Boo" someone.  Not only did I get booed, but sometimes my Mii would turn around and give me dirty looks.

I persevered through the taunts of the inanimate object and did not let it get my self esteem down.  I knew I would get better in time.  I have.  I'm still not in the league of normal people, but I'm better for me and that is all that matters.

Yesterday, during batting practice, I began indulging in a fantasy about getting to my goal weight and getting a complete make over.  I would get my nieces to take charge of my new look.  As I was enjoying that idea I suddenly noticed that I'd hit 12 balls in a row!  It was a new record for me.  Of course, when I came back to reality, I missed the next pitch.

Then this morning, I was playing tennis.  I was returning balls and tried the disassociation thing again.  I began to think of which stores I would go to with my nieces and the next thing I knew, I'd returned 20 serves!

Now, I'm beginning to wonder if I actually do have some coordination.  Perhaps,  I'm just trying to hard and thinking too much.  I'm already thinking of tomorrow's daydream, new makeup?  high heels again? how I'll suddenly be able to afford all of the new stuff?  The possibilities are endless!