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Feeling Ooooold

I used to be more flexible.

I don't know why this thought occurs to me right this minute, but I'm sitting here recalling a 14-year-old me dressed in tights and leg-warmers in movement class. We had to stretch everything; we had to stretch our hands.

I could lay face down on the floor and bend until my feet touched my head. I could stand, bend, and palm the floor without even trying.

These days, my whole body feels hyperextended. When I stretch, I fear that my muscles will snap back on themselves. There's a frozen sort of tightness, a stiffening.

I keep thinking I'm too young to feel this old.

Bah. I think I'll fix myself some oatmeal and tea.

2000-09-08, early evening comments (0)

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