There have been many reflections on "pretty" lately. See these wonderful posts by Anno, Jennifer, Carol, Anno and Jennifer - and yes, those are intentionally repeated links.
Today I'm going to not-so-gently meditate on another wonder of growing older - grace.
Yes, arguably, we may gain some spiritual grace over the years, but grace of a different sort eludes us. Or me, in any case.
My new heroine for my mystery series is a klutz. And I guess I was channeling her this morning because I managed to pull a muscle in my abdomen. And not any of the usual ones that you expect via sit-ups or some reasonable method.
It was pure klutz. And yes, it was at least through a workout session and not by, like, eating the wrong string bean or something.
The hives are back. Dum da dum dum. Yes, all those wonderful medicines I was given have run their course, and my good health and non-itchy evenings have gone down the drain along with the last of the steroids.
So, this morning, after 4 hours of sleep (which has been a pattern for a whopping 5 or 6 nights now), I am distracted. This, despite the fact that I had a lovely dream where I got to host Jan and Goofball during their sojourn to America. I guess I was jealous of Soccer Mom in Denial.
But... see, I'm distracted. Okay, so in this general level of distraction I begin my workout with no higher ambitions than to feel less miserable and stop barking at my family. I do my mile/workout/warm-up for weight training and feel... better. I go into my bedroom to do my weight training and turn on the TV and find Good Morning America. Fine. I get in a position to do a modified plank. Fine. I kind of forget how to set myself up. Distraction. Distraction. Distraction. My thighs are itching from the hives. Maybe I can scratch them?
No, scratching is bad.
I. am. going. to. ignore. this. itching. And do my plank.
I lift up into the plank and let out a yell that brings both DH and DS running. I manage to pull the muscles running down the side of my stomach. I even looked them up. They are my internal oblique muscles. I manage, with great pain, to stand straight. I am heading for the showers, because my work out is kaput.
Okay, ladies and gentleman of a *certain* age - what is your best klutz story of the moment. Come on, leave a comment. I know already that Jami's had one of these weeks herself (see her September 7th entry).
Don't be shy.
After all, some days, all we have left is our dignity, right? ;-)