When you see me ... do you see me?
Sunday, August 28, 2011
As I slowly walk to the health club to swim in water I wonder what people see when they see me walk.
It takes all my breath to open the door to my car and climb out. My path to the club door is short to most. For me it is a timed event. Inside I smile and talk to friends. Keep walking, no lingering unless we sit to talk.
Next it is to the dressing room to hang cloths up, already wearing the swimsuit, and head to the pool. Crocs on so the tile feels safe. Watching for any bump in the rugs. Greeting friends as I hang onto the stainless steel handrail and descend into the water.
At last in water I lift my legs, take giant steps, twist my hips, walking a mile in water. Almost done I finish with turbo lunges, I've got spunk now. I finish with great stretches and no fear of twisting, lifting legs, turning spine. An hour or more has gone by.
Smiling I wave good bye to my friends as I grab the stainless steel handrail. Each step brings more lead into my legs. By the time I'm out of the water I begin the careful walk to shower, change, and slowly walk to the car.
Inside I'm in prayer of thanksgiving. I am so thankful that I no longer am using a cane. It is full pleasure there isn't a wheelchair under me.
Are you thinking if I'd park at the back of the parking lot and walked to club door I would grow stronger. If I'd add floor classes I'd get limber. I know because it has been said to me. I'm not upset. I do realize that some have dealt with weight issue without the limiting effects of disease.
Don't think I'm sorry for myself. I'm grateful...so grateful that I'm beating the odds for my challenge.