Movement

cmpThe summer after my son turned 3, I had reached critical mass. I was weighed in on a warehouse scale at 418 lbs… I was wearing size 60 waist pants, and  and they were leaving big whelps on my gut they were so tight. I needed to get up!  I was doing everything my son was doing… he was my movement co-ordinator, and coach… His coaching anthem: “Dad can we go…?” HO! that was my time to move!

I was living near a lake, fed by a meandering  Texas river, that ran behind my house aways. There were sand pits there, both moving and still. I and my son went to the pits, and we played, while I moved around in the water.  I took a #1 kids pool-donut, and put it (deflated) over my head, then inflated it to a comfortable snugness around my neck, so that no matter what, my head wasn’t going under… then went down into the water.

While my son and I played, I could do all manner of running, exercise, stretching, and even some slow-motion gymnastics! The soft washed sand underneath me, was so deep, my ankles were just above it… it made running in place both  incredibly hard, and easy at the same time. The resistance of the sand, the water boyancy, the weight-lessness, and the tranquility, gave me a conducive environment to work my re-habilitation plan.

I was told I would not be able to work, or function normally… because of my injuries, operations, and subsequent health challenges.

The Government agencies didn’t give me much hope… menial job, sitting down,  operating a machine…etc.

I prayed to the creative genius and asked for help! Help came. I’ll blog about that in “…and they came, with helps.”

Movement was a motivator… to my cornered mind. I had been backed into a mental posture of  “Can’t”. That to me is one of the worst 4 letter curse words… it goes right along with “Don’t”.

I had become dependent on their remedies for pain relief, and I could take the effects it was having on me.  So I decided to do something about it.

I have become a dopeless hope fiend, I will keep moving… Tom sez: “If ya never slow down, ya never get old”

Today, I hike, bike, climb, jump, squat, dance, swim, work, yoga, and love every minit of it!

“What do you want to be when you grow up”? asked The Giver.  ALIVE!

… was the response

WayNutz

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