Thursday, January 17, 2013
I don't really like the word exercise. I like to think of it as movement. At the gym the other day I was reminded of something that happened to me when I first began moving again. I was at a local pool and could not climb up the ladder. When I got in I hadn't checked to see if there was a disabled ramp or gradual stairs that I could go up. I had to climb that little metal ladder. I tried several times and finally was able to heave myself up the three little metal steps. Of course I had a big pity party and swore I would never go again. What made me remember this was a very harsh, mean comment one of the ladies at the gym uttered to me while we were relaxing in the jacuzzi. She didn't know my history or anything about me so had no idea that what she said was going to put me into internal rage. It takes a lot for me to get vocal with someone but I wish I had have said something. I was just so shocked. Anyway, down at the end of the pool was a dear lady that was having a struggle to get out. She was slowly coming up the steps(not ladder) and pulling with all her might on the rail to be able to make each step. She had two dear friends pushing and pulling her. I looked at her and thought, "good for you, you are fighting a great fight, come back, don't give up." The women next to me in the jacuzzi muttered to me....how can anyone let themselves get like that? I was so shocked. I don't know what battles the lady coming up the stairs has in her life but I know that she has more strength and courage than the lady in the jacuzzi will ever understand. I love to cheer for those who are moving and improving their lives. In Zumba one day I danced next to a lady who was in a wheelchair. She had small hand weighs and worked on her arms and upper body to that wonderful music. She had a great time and so did I. I watched a trainer helping an elderly lady from her walker onto one of the weight machines. I stopped and told her I was proud of her. I like to encourage others because so many have encourage me. These things remind me that there is always hope. Move, just move. Dance, twist, tap your feet, pace while on the phone, stand up and down while watching TV, use cans of soup as weights and lift them while watching your favorite show, toss a Nerf ball up and down in the air, walk a dog, rock up on your toes while pumping gas, walk around the grocery store a couple of times while shopping. A few extra movements a day can do so much. Use your imagination anything can be a tool to help you move. The body is a wonderful blessing. It can repair and become strong.