The first thing this morning I saw a video of an older man dancing to A Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress. It was the funniest thing I've seen in quite a while. It made me laugh out loud, after a while I got up and started dancing too. It was the first time I just let myself go in a long, long time. I've been looking for an exercise routine for a while. I've been putting on some weight, and even worse, since I'm not coaching at this time, I'm becoming quite sedentary too.'
My mom died two years ago and I can't seem to get past it. I was the one who found her; I lowered her arm because it was out there like she was reaching for something. I wiped the spittle off the corner of her mouth, and I closed her eyes. A few years before that I had to reach down and take my father's pulse. He had died coming out of the shower not ten feet away from where my mom left this world. Six months after he passed, I stood in the backyard of my ex-wife's house with my daughters and watched as the people wheeled their mother out of her house in black body bag. It's not like you ever get over the grieving. You just keep trying to push it out of your focus, so that you can go about your day without breaking down. When you really start to get older though those feelings just start piling up and collecting on the sadness side of the scale and it gets harder and harder to balance things out, so that you can move yourself out from under the dark clouds and feel somewhat normal, if by normal you mean, not so sad. I love seeing things that make me laugh. I love to watch videos of my granddaughter as she learns about life and as she makes my daughters laugh. I was thinking this morning that maybe a little dancing would make for a great exercise regimen. I should've mentioned that I was only wearing a pair of Nike basketball shorts. It was sight I know that would make a lot of people cringe, and I know it would make some people feel a lot worse than that. But I also know, that it would make most of the people who know me, and those who love me, fall down on the ground and laugh until they couldn't breathe, that would be my target audience. I'm thinking I might start dancing instead of doing push-ups. So, if you drive by my house and see me or my silhouette gyrating or hear the music of The Rolling Stones coming out of my front window, You have my permission to cringe, roll your eyes, or tell yourself I've gone crazy. Be careful though if you start laughing, I don't want anyone to suffocate or get into a wreck on my account. The way I figure, if you can't let yourself go when that music starts playing, you're pretty near dead already. If you can't get up and move and shake when Mick Jagger starts singing, "If you start me up, if you start me up, I'll never stop," you probably need yourself a new battery, one of them Tesla ones that can make a whole car climb a mountain. |
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