I was back at the chiropractor yesterday, but feeling relatively good. When I got back home, I bent down to touch my toes and felt a twinge in my back. This used to be a daily routine – nose to each knee – but not since the move. I need to be careful not to throw my back out of whack again. The running and swimming continues but I’m definitely fragile and my feet feel like blocks of ice, concrete, or heavy metal depending on the day. This little poetic ditty says it all:

Heavy Metal 

I’m sore and stiff,
Not a muscle left to flex.
Layers of fat cover,
What once were pecs.

I can barely bend over,
My back’s out of whack.
I used to be fast,
I once ran track.

As each year goes by,
I get a little slower.
Cholesterol higher,
Arches sag lower.

Out of alignment,
Little sense of balance.
Not much left,
Of any of my talents.

Fleet of foot,
No longer applies.
My once skinny ankles,
Swollen twice their size.

At least I can laugh,
And keep on going.
Despite some weight gain,
And wrinkles showing.

Day after day,
I lace up my shoes.
And hit the pavement,
Cause it’s what I choose.

With Age my greatest enemy,
That’s the way life goes.
When your feet are heavy metal,
And you can’t feel your toes.

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