Lately I’ve been “feeling my years” as they say. Growing up, when you’d look at me standing, you could see that my legs curved back at the knee. I don’t believe I’ve ever stood straight. My double jointed-ness served me in some respects. I could fairly easily put my feet to my head which, um, came in handy in certain situations. Ahem. I was very bendy and limber for a girl who’s always carried extra weight. But Tuesday night I was struck with the harsh reality that I am not as young (or flexible) as I once was.
How did I come to this realization?
For years my knees have made this horrible noise when I bend them. A friend once described it as shards of glass crunching together. That’s fairly accurate. Some mornings I limp when I get out of bed because I feel. . . creaky. I’m not quite 36 and yet I feel wobbly and elderly. My flexibility has withered up. Sitting in class, I could not successfully sit in the basic lotus position. Me! A girl who for years always had a leg bent under her or sat cross-legged in a seat. My right leg could not bend enough as to allow it to rest in anything but a sort of erect position.
What. the. hell?
It’s quite humbling to feel your body’s limitations. Back in my twenties, I trained and walked a half-marathon. I taught self-defense which required me to bend, kick, squat, fall & get up repeatedly. I practiced yoga. My knees were not such a bother. But that was then and this is now. Now I have to find a way to continue to get exercise without causing more damage to my knees.