August seems endless; however, kids in our area actually go back to school next week. And the start of a school year is like the start of a new year, period.
With me in a pensive mood, maybe the time is right for me to make a new exercise/lifestyle plan, too.
For 15 years now, I have been battling spinal stenosis, a narrowing of the spinal canal that sometimes hits you when you hit your 60s. (Some reward, huh?) It was right on schedule for me.
It gets old. I have tried to fend it off with my walking stick, exercise classes, and occasional physical therapy. All have helped to one degree or another, but the SS remains a major aggravation. I hate going through the grocery store all hunched down over my cart so as to take pressure off the spine. I hate having to position my walking stick behind my lower back and secured with my elbows in order to give my lower back extra support when I dawgwalk.
My doctor once said she would prescribe me another round of aqua therapy any time I wanted. I think it is about time to take her up on that offer. It won't be a cure, but it sure as heck feels good working out in a 90-degree pool! No pain -- Heaven on Earth! And maybe then I will see about getting an MRI and talking to a surgeon.
Maybe I'll do all this, and maybe I won't. I am in a melancholy mood, wondering if any of it really makes much difference. My current core fitness class is absolutely terrific, and maybe whatever I do, I could go to it at least once a week at the county recreation center. Of course, I will always manage to dawgwalk as along as I have a dawg. The dawg will see to that.
I realize well that my personal meanderings are of interest to very few people. However, as part of my five-year chronicle of the challenges of aging, maybe they fill a niche. (Keeping Your Spirits Up, Making a New Plan, Chapters 2001-02).
© Robert Gray Holland Sr. (2018)
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